Luyện nghe bài hát Wanted

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

I up my kicks, because 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 rhyme
No shorts given, that's how I'm living in the
Slide my car in, and smoking with my gun
Pop off two so they can slack up
If it gets too deep got the back up
Packin' tools, fools, I'm from Compton
So that should be first rule
Here comes the of the weak, so don't sneak
If you do, Eiht'll two to your cheek
So get uptight if you a victim
Got a gang of gangsta rhymes so let me em
Geah, I can't be stopped, I'm up on it
And a brother like Eiht's wanted

So now I faster, not because I want to, cause I got ta
Now your homies after me I grabbed my mike and shot a-
Nother dead, lyrics straight to your head
bite, no. The Compton psycho
Quick on the gank, so you get shanked
And I don't need a gat to jack your bank
Another stick-up kid got crazy
Try to double cross the 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 your bad and you your luck
But you still nag, yeah you'll get stuck
So got the Compton funk?
And it's illegal if you bump it too in your trunk
So now you that Eiht's your top rap dealer
But you a punk ass New Jack
why I'm wanted

The against me. So now its time to break
tick off the clock so I don't fake
I gots to keep on steppin', run outta breath
Cause if I slow punk it might spell death
I confuse the mark, throw him off the
This ain't no picnic punk you picked
known as Rambro, not afraid
Mike T starts the gat, Eiht's a grenade
And who's got the
can't do me punk your getting done
Eiht is the eating them up
Yeah that's my cue so I start but
And you don't want to the Compton rage
Trapped just like a rat in a cage
Boy you dis the crew, geah you it
Now I hunt you down your wanted