Luyện nghe bài hát Wanted (on The Run)

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

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

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

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

Dead or

Dead or

Wanted, but you stop runnin'
With a price on head, be prepared to gunnin'
be scared like the Red Coats comin' nigga
Stay underground and keep like Tugman

You sleep, not a peep, no slumber
Man I sleeped a 100 hours rest 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 scared nigga with 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 your Prop camouflage
Crack the box or the avalanche, put on your mask
Get to like it's Pakistan, what every strap, cause an accident
Make a traffic jam, dodge all the traps you can, runnin'

Dead or

Dead or

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

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

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

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

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

I did my album on bail
(That's the )
I got you mac mittens, I send them a ribbon
Attached to Mac spitten, I go back prison

Dead or

Dead or