Luyện nghe bài hát Wanted (on The Run)

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

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

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

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

Dead or

Dead or

Wanted, but you stop runnin'
With a price on head, be prepared 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 a 100 hours rest this summer
No stress when your dealin' with the
Waking up in cold sweats, pissed scared of the

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 with two tecs, this is not a warnin'

Nigga they close camera flash
When the hammer blast, put on State Prop camouflage
Crack the box or the avalanche, put on Montana mask
Get to clappin' it's Pakistan, what every strap, cause an accident
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' with the Y.G. Prop
No Roc, private dock, in case you an IV

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

If you ain't Merc the G, perfectly, you'll be in
Take the out the nursery, nurse him at the precinct
Give 'em desert, that ain't he deserve to be
And I went 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 go stale, ain't no jail

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 back

Dead or

Dead or