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

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

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

Dead or

Dead or

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

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

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

Nigga they close camera flash
When the hammer blast, put on your 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 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)
no more hangin' with the Y.G. State Prop
No Roc, private dock, in you need an IV

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

If you Merc 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 through this personally, certainly

3-2 for burglary, now it was to me
So they us in no way, know way
up the roadways, A.C. and O.J
Read the paper, and OJ

Call CD of the O'Jays
a gypsy caps, risky all the chips we had
45 flee-flicker, we niggaz, hit the gas
When the operation go stale, ain't no

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 prison

Dead or

Dead or