Luyện nghe bài hát Wanted (on The Run)

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

Listen, your contacts, stay focused 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 they gonna I promise

relax, but remain the calmest
Couple rules that your play by, by, stay live
You keep 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
Never let see the break lights
Catch me if you can I'm dippin' from the cops
Mr. Gingerbread never falling of the fox

Dead or

Dead or

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

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

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

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

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', Accord money, 420
Schemes can't afford money, money yous money
Whether 90 or the degree, any murder in the first degree
be the third degree, and they looking for the perjury

If you ain't Merc the G, perfectly, be in surgery
Take the seed out the nursery, him at the precinct
'em desert, that ain't where he deserve to be
And I went through 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

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, ain't no

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

Dead or

Dead or