Luyện nghe bài hát Wanted (on The Run)

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

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

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

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

Dead or

Dead or

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

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

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

Nigga they close like flash
When the blast, put on your State Prop camouflage
Crack the box or the avalanche, put on Montana mask
Get to clappin' like it's Pakistan, what every strap, cause an
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 more hangin' with the Y.G. State
No Roc, private dock, in case you an IV

No Bent', that's Accord money, 420
Schemes can't money, money yous award money
Whether 90 or the first degree, any murder in the degree
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, ain't where he deserve to be
And I through 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 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 album on bail
(That's the )
I got you mac mittens, I them a black ribbon
Attached to Mac spitten, I can't go prison

Dead or

Dead or