Luyện nghe bài hát Wanted

Just like a prisoner, I'm brown with some black skin
A fugitive, cause I just won't give in
And its hard when it's black on
Gotta blast another brother to scheme on my stack
For me to be a busta, oh no
Police is hunting a 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, dead I'm making
A who's 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
they trying to stop the flow of my green
So I keep stepping, and hard because a brother is up on it
me if you can cause fool, Eiht is wanted

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

So now I break faster, not I want to, cause I got ta
Now homies after me because 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 don't a gat just to jack your bank
Another kid just got crazy
Try to double cross the Eiht you'll be 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 wanna nag, yeah 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 squealer
why I'm wanted

The odds against me. So now its time to
Seconds tick off the clock so I fake
I gots to keep on steppin', don't run breath
Cause if I slow down punk it might death
I confuse the mark, him off the trail
This ain't no picnic you picked hell
Better known as Rambro, not
Mike T starts the gat, Eiht's a hand
And who's got the
Just can't do me punk your getting
Eiht is the nigga them up
Yeah that's my cue so I kicking but
And you don't want to witness the Compton
Trapped just like a rat in a cage
Boy you dis the crew, you flaunt it
Now I hunt you down your wanted