Luyện nghe bài hát Wanted (on The Run)

Wanted, 100 and runnin'
Through the and the sunnin', when them feed folks comin'
Keep your up youngin', gotta keep ya heads up youngin'
The streets'll give your head up

Listen, your contacts, stay focused like contacts
Your open for a contract
Can't go mom at, the last place you wanna bring the dram at
The first place they gonna I promise

relax, but remain the calmest
Couple rules that your play by, by, stay live
You your boots on your laces tied
And only troop on the late if you play right, you stay right, right

You play the day light, jakes get on your tail
Never let them see the lights
me if you can when I'm dippin' from the cops
Mr. Gingerbread never falling of the fox

Dead or

Dead or

Wanted, but you stop runnin'
With a on your head, be prepared to gunnin'
Don't be like the Red Coats comin' nigga
Stay underground and keep runnin' Tugman

You can't sleep, not a peep, no
Man I sleeped about a 100 hours this summer
No stress when dealin' with the running
Waking up in cold sweats, pissed of the rumblin'

Fuck it, just prepare for the
Don't be shit nigga with your head undercovers
This not a broad threat, I got for 'em
On the with two tecs, this is not a warnin'

Nigga they close like camera
When the hammer blast, put on State Prop camouflage
the box or the avalanche, put on your Montana mask
Get to like it's Pakistan, what every strap, cause an accident
Make a traffic jam, all the traps you can, keep runnin'

Dead or

Dead or

All you got to say is me, I ride free
I be, the one to your birth, S.S., or ID
(I got all that)
Ain't no more hangin' with the Y.G. State
No Roc, dock, in case you need an IV

No more Bent', that's money, 420
Schemes can't afford money, money award money
Whether 90 or the first degree, any in the first degree
Well be the degree, and they looking for the perjury

If you ain't Merc the G, perfectly, you'll be in
Take the out the nursery, nurse him at the precinct
Give 'em desert, that ain't where he to be
And I went this personally, certainly

3-2 for burglary, now it was to me
So they play us in no way, way
up the roadways, A.C. and O.J
Read the paper, and OJ

Call CD head of the
a gypsy caps, risky all the chips we had
45 flee-flicker, we niggaz, hit the gas
When the go stale, ain't no jail

I did my whole on bail
(That's the )
I got you mac mittens, I send a black ribbon
Attached to Mac spitten, I can't go back

Dead or

Dead or