Luyện nghe bài hát Wanted

Just a prisoner, because I'm brown with some black skin
A fugitive, running cause I won't give in
And its hard when it's black on
blast another brother trying to scheme on my stack
For me to be a busta, oh no
Police is hunting a like an animal
So I my cards right, watch my back
the enemy is scheming, trying to kick a rat pack
Straight up, a gangsta, got time for faking
me a pusher, dead presidents I'm making
A brother young, got the neighborhood sprung
riding my tip, if they catch me I'm hung
But no, I don't sleep as they creep. Take a peep out the
Cause trying to stop the flow of my green
So I keep stepping, and bailing because a brother is up on it
Catch me if you can fool, Eiht is wanted

I lace up my kicks, a brother's on the run
me down with a gun, because my lyrics weigh a ton
Now I'm sweating cause sweating me big time
Hang me up by a rope for my murder
No given, that's how I'm living in the ninety-one
Slide my car in, and smoking my Mike gun
Pop off two lyrics so can slack up
If it too deep Mike's got the back up
Packin' tools, droppin' fools, I'm Compton
So that should be first rule
Here the pick of the weak, so don't sneak
If you do, Eiht'll take two to cheek
So don't get if you a victim
Got a gang of gangsta so let me kick em
Geah, I can't be stopped, I'm up on it
And a brother Eiht's still wanted

So now I break faster, not because I to, cause I got ta
Now your after me because I grabbed my mike and shot a-
Nother sucker dead, lyrics straight to head
Cannot bite, no. The psycho
Quick on the gank, so you might get
And I don't need a gat just to your bank
Another kid just got crazy
Try to cross the Eiht you'll be pushing up daisies
Or you can get the
From the forty poured on the ground, so I clown
So your mad, but bad and you press your luck
But you still wanna nag, yeah you'll get
So who's got the funk?
And illegal if you bump it too loud in your trunk
So now you know that your top rap dealer
But you a punk ass New squealer
why I'm wanted

The odds against me. So now its time to
Seconds off the clock so I don't fake
I gots to on steppin', don't run outta breath
Cause if I slow down it might spell death
I confuse the mark, him off the trail
This ain't no picnic punk you picked
Better known as Rambro, not
Mike T starts the gat, Eiht's a grenade
And got the four-one-one?
Just can't do me your getting done
Eiht is the nigga them up
Yeah my cue so I start kicking but
And you want to witness the Compton rage
just like a rat in a snake cage
Boy you dis the crew, geah you it
Now I hunt you down your wanted