Luyện nghe bài hát Wanted

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

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 you're me big time
Hang me up by a rope for my rhyme
No shorts given, that's how I'm in the ninety-one
Slide my car in, and smoking my Mike gun
Pop off two so they can slack up
If it too deep Mike's got the back up
Packin' tools, droppin' fools, I'm from
So should be your first rule
comes 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 like Eiht's still

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

The odds against me. So now its to break
tick off the clock so I don't fake
I gots to keep on steppin', run outta breath
Cause if I slow down punk it might death
I confuse the mark, him off the trail
ain't no picnic punk you picked hell
Better as Rambro, not afraid
T starts the gat, Eiht's a hand grenade
And got the four-one-one?
Just can't do me punk your 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, you flaunt it
Now I you down because your wanted