Luyện nghe bài hát Down '71 (the Getaway)

Playa hatin' ass man fuck dat man put that shit out man
You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in
Man fuck dat man they got my nigga man that shit ain't man
"Okay order in the court" The people versus Thugs-N-Harmony

Case C601999 will the defendant please stand
Is there anything you to say on this matter
sentencing Bizzy Bone? No man
You the muthafucka did it
the court sentences you to death by electric chair

We had to get 'em up wid two
Runnin' side by wid number one
mo drop my guage on 'em
When the chase

If catch me barehanded, I'm done
gripping the six shot pump, so spill it
Copper the lead off
Copper thought he had me caught

Little Layzie his head off get him up, and get up
The bullets they to get lit up
Number one best start duckin' wid ah gun already
Bust me lead on the double 'n

the fiends roll up for rocks 'n
This perfect getaway, from the when I peel and I hit the fences
up the trench and I'm bailing while they trailing
Better in hell in the cell and it ain't no telling

Where the be dwelling
One had spotted me, pick up ah and shot a me
But, I practice what I preach and see these slugs
Up in his got him, run, wid smoke coming

From the ah, me gun
Hit the bend, oh the dum, dum I got yum
Yummed on the dead end they set in, they lead in
wanting me off in the coffin

Cops from everywhere was yellin and wailin' I went
From the taking ah loss and waking up in the coffin
And without no stallin' cell I was tossed in to be at dawning
Looking in the eyes of a judge, he right where to put that thug

Made to be so, wid no parole In the hole but I won't
Sent me to deathrow, the time by fly past
But Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in

I die fast, but chill, never do, sleepa
Gotta get put that on all me
Somehow must ya, so peep out the creep or
The reaper meet ya

on ah mission, flippin' the script
Betta check what the wind blew in
Betta again, it's a preacher wid ah grin
On ah mission for revenge, wid Mack-10

Little Rip, had to empty the clip
Gotta pump them slugs up in cops
Steady made 'em glock went pop pop
Goin' out like a thug on the glock

from hell and ready to bail
Time to hit they trail 'cause they wanted my nigga
Holdin' the Bible when I got a grenade, go inside the squad
Gettin' for the rumble

When I heard them mumbles, me guage in laughter
Keep buckin 'em faster all I was
When I see bustas scatter
Betta watch out for them

them can't fade me guage
Gotta them souls in the grave
So I'm buckin' them straight to the pave, be saved
I'm bucking, little Ripster reinforcements in faster
Blast give my nigga Zs the Mack-10

the gun gun blaze on they ass
Gotta rip in them chests through
Mack-10s, sawed off eruptions, got ammunition
No missing listen destruction, I'm

'Cause I'm making that getaway, bound to
Niggas got to escape and never to late
When you dash and tryna'
just can't test the Bone fate

We steadily duckin'
Comin' up to the front door
And I pulled ah grenade, to the door, let it explode
And we made it, in the courtyard

So Krayzie feelin' coming
Hittin' the fence and jump in it
From Krayzie's tech-9 bullets

Well it seems as if them two Bizzy and Layzie
Done got theyselves another jam
Well I'd love to see them boys get theyself this one

Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' fast like a dog
And began wid a rage and the can't let go
They done labelled my nigga
Bitches is got him sittin' on

Scoping out the peeping the scene
So when my trail
out one eighty seven and bail
Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, all over now

How my nigga number one disguised as the
Won't be pullin' ah Bible mission for nigga so I creep the
Tech millimetre, somebody done the alarm now it's on
Slaughterin' Bone, off the tech

Gotta let 'em know way was on
We got gone but police was pullin' up quick nigga what's up
bust in first when he hit that fence niggas got cut the fuck up
We bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'

All we was is don't get caught
Nigga me get the gun running
Gunning fronting wid gotta get to the smug
around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud

And all my face was the red that lay in blood
Dodging the who, make the gun wid ah swoo
Bailing back on wid my
I'm runnin' wid 4 crazy

That's down wid they niggas they ain't scared to
Now I'm rolling, no more ah half ah mile we get stopped
Cops surround Bone, we glocks
And squeeze say fuck all these blocks

Busted ah you, then put bitch in reverse
And I get the swish and I the button
That boy out the trunk and
Put it in drive see that Souljah boy

Back in the other direction, came quick then heat up
Niggas blast at each other, up they doors
And they get feet up
I jumped outta the car, had to over the hood

'Cause I'm headin' for the woods
So the niggas they behind me
We smooth, ah nigga made good
up quick to the hideout

Wait until midnight we ride out, hit ah car so we can drive out
we waited we all got fried out, fool
If youse a thuggish ruggish thug nigga mo
Took one ah my off deathrow now we got one mo to go

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