Luyện nghe bài hát Wanted (on The Run)

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

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

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

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

Dead or

Dead or

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

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

Fuck it, just for the trouble
Don't be shit scared with your head undercovers
not a broad threat, I got something for 'em
On the steps with two tecs, this is not a

Nigga they close camera flash
the hammer blast, put on your 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 jam, dodge all the traps you can, keep runnin'

Dead or

Dead or

All you got to say is hide me, I ride
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 award
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 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 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

CD head of the O'Jays
That's a gypsy caps, 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 ribbon
to Mac spitten, I can't go back prison

Dead or

Dead or