Luyện nghe bài hát Wanted (on The Run)

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

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

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

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

Dead or

Dead or

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

You sleep, not a peep, no slumber
Man I sleeped about a 100 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 with your head undercovers
This not a broad threat, I got for 'em
On the with two tecs, this is not a warnin'

Nigga they close like camera
When the hammer blast, put on State Prop camouflage
Crack the box or the avalanche, put on Montana mask
Get to clappin' like it's Pakistan, every strap, cause an accident
Make a traffic jam, dodge all the traps you can, runnin'

Dead or

Dead or

All you got to say is me, I ride free
I be, the one to change 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 in the first degree
Well be the third degree, and they for the perjury

If you ain't Merc the G, perfectly, 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 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 gypsy caps, risky all the we had
45 flee-flicker, we niggaz, hit the gas
the operation go stale, ain't no jail

I did my whole album on
(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