Luyện nghe bài hát Wanted (on The Run)

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

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

Can't relax, but the calmest
Couple rules that your play by, stay by, stay
You keep your on your laces tied
And only troop on the night if you play right, you stay right, right

You never play the day light, jakes get on tail
let them see the break lights
Catch me if you can I'm dippin' from the cops
Mr. Gingerbread never victim 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
underground and keep runnin' like Tugman

You sleep, not a peep, no slumber
Man I about a 100 hours rest this summer
No stress when your dealin' the running
up in cold sweats, pissed scared of the rumblin'

Fuck it, just for the trouble
Don't be shit scared with your head undercovers
This not a threat, I got something for 'em
On the steps with two tecs, is not a warnin'

Nigga they like camera flash
the hammer blast, put on your State Prop camouflage
Crack the box or the avalanche, put on your Montana
Get to clappin' like it's Pakistan, what strap, cause an accident
a traffic jam, dodge 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 hangin' with the Y.G. State Prop
No Roc, dock, in case you need an IV

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

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

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

CD head of the O'Jays
That's a gypsy caps, all the chips we had
45 flee-flicker, we niggaz, hit the gas
When the operation go stale, no jail

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

Dead or

Dead or