Luyện nghe bài hát Wanted

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

I lace up my kicks, because a on the run
Chase me down a gun, because my lyrics weigh a ton
Now I'm sweating cause you're sweating me big
Hang me up by a rope for my rhyme
No shorts given, how I'm living in the ninety-one
Slide my car in, and smoking with my gun
Pop off two so they can slack up
If it gets too Mike's got the back up
Packin' tools, droppin' fools, I'm Compton
So that be your first rule
Here comes the pick of the weak, so sneak
If you do, Eiht'll two to your cheek
So get uptight 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 want to, I got ta
Now your homies after me because I grabbed my and shot a-
Nother sucker dead, straight to your head
Cannot bite, no. The psycho
Quick on the gank, so you might get
And I don't need a gat to jack your bank
Another kid just got crazy
Try to double cross the Eiht be pushing up daisies
Or you can get the
From the forty that's poured on the ground, so I
So your mad, but bad and you press your luck
But you still wanna nag, you'll get stuck
So who's got the Compton
And it's illegal if you bump it too in your trunk
So now you know Eiht's your top rap dealer
But you a punk ass New squealer
That's why I'm

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