Luyện nghe bài hát Wanted (on The Run)

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

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

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

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

Dead or

Dead or

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

You sleep, not a peep, no slumber
Man I sleeped a 100 hours rest this summer
No stress your dealin' 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 your head
This not a threat, I got something for 'em
On the steps two tecs, this is not a warnin'

Nigga they close camera flash
When the hammer blast, put on your State Prop
Crack the box or the avalanche, put on your mask
Get to clappin' like it's Pakistan, what every strap, cause an
Make a traffic jam, 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 your birth, S.S., or ID
(I got all that)
Ain't no more hangin' the Y.G. State Prop
No Roc, private dock, in you need an IV

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

If you ain't the G, perfectly, you'll be in surgery
Take the seed out the nursery, him at the precinct
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 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 caps, risky all the chips we had
45 flee-flicker, we niggaz, hit the gas
When the operation go stale, no jail

I did my album on bail
(That's the )
I got you mac mittens, I send them a black
Attached to Mac spitten, I go back prison

Dead or

Dead or