Luyện nghe bài hát Wanted

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

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

So now I break faster, not because I to, cause I got ta
Now your homies after me I grabbed my mike and shot a-
sucker dead, lyrics straight to your head
Cannot bite, no. The psycho
on the gank, so you might get shanked
And I need 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 your mad, but your bad and you press luck
But you still wanna nag, yeah get stuck
So who's got the Compton
And it's illegal if you bump it too in your trunk
So now you know that Eiht's your top rap
But you a punk ass New squealer
why I'm wanted

The odds against me. So now its to break
Seconds off the clock so I don't fake
I to keep on steppin', don't run outta breath
Cause if I slow punk it might spell death
I the mark, throw him off the trail
This ain't no punk you picked hell
Better as Rambro, not afraid
T starts the gat, Eiht's a hand grenade
And who's got the
Just can't do me punk your done
Eiht is the eating them up
Yeah that's my cue so I kicking but
And you don't want to witness the rage
Trapped like a rat in a snake cage
Boy you dis the crew, you flaunt it
Now I hunt you because your wanted