Luyện nghe bài hát Wanted (on The Run)

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

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

Can't relax, but the calmest
Couple rules that your play by, 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 see the break lights
Catch me if you can when I'm from the cops
Mr. Gingerbread falling victim of the fox

Dead or

Dead or

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

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

Fuck it, prepare for the trouble
be shit scared nigga with your head undercovers
This not a threat, I got something for 'em
On the with two tecs, this is not a warnin'

they close like camera flash
When the blast, put on your State Prop camouflage
Crack the box or the avalanche, put on your mask
Get to clappin' like 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 ride
I be, the one to your birth, S.S., or ID
(I got all that)
Ain't no hangin' with the Y.G. State Prop
No Roc, private dock, in case you an IV

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

If you Merc the G, perfectly, you'll be in surgery
Take the out the nursery, nurse him at the precinct
Give 'em desert, ain't where 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 go stale, ain't no jail

I did my whole album on
(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