Luyện nghe bài hát Wanted (on The Run)

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

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

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

You play the day light, jakes 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 stop runnin'
With a price on your head, be to gunnin'
Don't be like the Red Coats comin' nigga
Stay underground and keep runnin' like

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

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 steps with two tecs, is not a warnin'

Nigga they close like 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 every strap, an accident
Make a 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 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 afford money, money yous money
90 or the first degree, any murder in the first degree
Well be the third degree, and looking for the perjury

If you ain't the G, perfectly, you'll be in surgery
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

Call CD head of the
That's a gypsy caps, risky all the 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 a black ribbon
Attached to Mac spitten, I can't go prison

Dead or

Dead or