Luyện nghe bài hát Wanted (on The Run)

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

Listen, flip your contacts, stay focused 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 remain the
Couple rules that your play by, stay by, stay
You keep your boots on laces tied
And only troop on the late if you play right, you stay right, right

You never the day light, jakes get on your tail
Never let see the break lights
Catch me if you can when I'm dippin' from the
Mr. Gingerbread never victim 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 scared like the Red Coats comin'
Stay underground and keep like Tugman

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

Fuck it, 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 two tecs, this is not a warnin'

Nigga they like 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 hide me, I 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, dock, in case you need an IV

No Bent', that's Accord money, 420
Schemes can't afford money, money yous money
Whether 90 or the first degree, any murder in the degree
Well be the third degree, and they 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, that 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 caps, risky all the chips we had
45 flee-flicker, we niggaz, hit the gas
When the go stale, ain't no jail

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 back

Dead or

Dead or