Luyện nghe bài hát Wanted (on The Run)

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

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

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

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

Dead or

Dead or

Wanted, but you can't runnin'
With a on your head, be prepared to gunnin'
Don't be scared like the Red Coats comin'
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 your with the running
Waking up in cold sweats, pissed scared of the

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

Nigga they like camera flash
When the hammer blast, put on your State Prop
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, dodge all the traps you can, runnin'

Dead or

Dead or

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

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

If you ain't Merc the G, perfectly, be in surgery
the seed 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 play us in no way, know 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, risky all the we had
45 flee-flicker, we niggaz, hit the gas
the operation go stale, ain't no jail

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

Dead or

Dead or