Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Miles and Runnin'

"You don't think you're gonna get away, do you?"
"We haven't spotted yet."
"But somewhere in the immediate vicinity."

A 100 and Runnin'.
MC Ren, I the gun and
You want me to a motherfucker and it's done in.
I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct,
Is one of the main reasons I don't a fuck.
Chances are not good
'Cause I freeze my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' by the you-know-who.
in a black and white the capacity is two.
We're not alone, we're three brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now wearin' my dyes, I'm not stupid, motherfuckers.
They're out to our heads for what we said in the past.
Point blank, can kiss my black ass.
I didn't stutter when I "Fuck The Police".
'Cause it's hard for a to get peace.
Now it's broken and be fixed.
police and little black niggers don't mix so
Now I'm through the fall.
Runnin' like a team. Well, see, I have slayed y'all.
So for now the gun and
it in the air.
'Cause MC Ren has a 100 Miles of

"Into news. Four fugitives are on the run."
"FBI sources tell us that the are headed"
"100 to their homebase, Compton."

me a mutherfuckin' ear.
So I can you why

Runnin' with my brothers, headed for the base.
With a steady on the face that just we raced.
The ahead goes on and on.
The shit is gettin' longer the motherfuckin' marathon.
Runnin' on but never out.
Stayin' wired and if I get tired, I can try out.
Hitchhikin' if what it gotta do.
But nobody's pickin' up a Nigga Attitude.

Yo, but Dre's a nigga with to lose.
One of the few who's been accused and
Of the crime of young minds.
But you don't know shit til you in my shoes.
And Dre is back the see-P-T.
some shit that's D-O-P-E.
So the P-O-L-I-C-E!
And any motherfucker disagrees.
Stuck and hard, hauling ass.
I'm a nigga known for havin' a notorious past.
My mind was slick - my was too quick.
Now the FBI's all my dick.

Got us tick and just to find the gun that started the clock.
when the E jumped off the startin' block.
A 100 from home and ,yo, it's a long stretch.
A sprintin' motherfucker that they won't catch.
Yeah, back to again.
Yo, it's that or the Federal pen.
'Cause niggas runnin' since beginning of time.
Takin' a to tell you what's on my motherfuckin' mind.
like I just don't care.
Compton's 50 miles but , yo, get there.
Archin' my back and on a rough.
Just like Carl Lewis I'm ballin' the out.
From city to city I'm a as I pass by.
Rippin' up shit just so you can I'm
A straight up that's done in, gunnin' and comin'
at yo ass.
A 100 Miles and

This one goes out to the four from Compton.
You're almost there, but the FBI has a little for you:
"Nowhere to run to, baby. to hide."
Good brothers.

Runnin' like a nigga I to lose.
me on the news but I hate to be abused.
I it was a set-up.
So now I'm get up.
if the FBI wants me to shut up.
But I've got 10 000 strong.
They got singin' my "Fuck Tha Police" song.
And while they treat my group dirt,
whole fuckin' family is wearin' our T-shirts.
So I'ma run til I run no more.
'Cause it's for MC Ren to settle the score.
I got a to kick down doors.
At my grave like a slave if the Ren calls.

Clouds are and brothers are hidin'.
Dick-tricklin' at the sunny are ridin'.
Started five and, yo, one couldn't take it.
So now there's four 'cause the fifth make it.
The even, now I'm leavin'.
We're never gettin' by a bitch with a weave in.
Her and the troops are right me.
But they're so fuckin' stupid, they'll find me.

One more mile to go through the streets.
Runnin' like a on my own two feet.
But you know I stumble or lag last.
I'm almost home so I haul ass.
up everything in sight.
It's a crazy motherfucker dodging the searchlight.
Now all that chasing shit is and
Four motherfuckers crazy with
A 100 of Runnin'!

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Surprise, niggas!