Luyện nghe bài hát Down '71 (the Getaway)

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

Case number C601999 will the please stand
Is there you wish to say on this matter
Before Bizzy Bone? No man
You know the did it
Well the sentences you to death by electric chair

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

If they catch me barehanded, I'm
Rip's the six shot pump, so spill it
lettin' the lead off
Copper that he had me caught

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

Where the fiends roll up for 'n
This perfect getaway, from the pigs I peel and I hit the fences
up the trench and I'm bailing while they trailing
Better in hell than in the cell and it no telling

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

the barrel ah, me gun
Hit the bend, oh the dum, dum I got yum
Yummed on the dead end they set in, then they in
They wanting me off in the

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

Made to be so, wid no parole In the hole but I budge
Sent me to deathrow, the time by fly past
But Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in

Hoping I die fast, but chill, do, sleepa
get put that on all me reefer
Somehow must ya, so peep out the creep or
The reaper meet ya

Bailin' on ah mission, the script
Betta check the wind just blew in
Betta again, it's a preacher wid ah grin
On ah mission for revenge, wid that

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

Back hell and ready to bail
to hit they trail 'cause they wanted my nigga fried
Holdin' the Bible I got a grenade, I'ma go inside the squad
Gettin' ready for the

When I them mumbles, pullin' me guage in laughter
buckin 'em faster all I was thinkin'
When I see them scatter
Betta out for them buckshots

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

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

'Cause I'm that getaway, bound to getaway
Niggas got to and it's never to late
you dash and tryna' break
Nigga can't test the Bone fate

We runnin' duckin'
Comin' up to the front barri-caded
And I pulled ah grenade, to the door, let it explode
And we made it, creepin' in the

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

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

Soon as I in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog
And wid a rage and the guage can't let go
done labelled my nigga psychotic
Bitches is got him on deathrow

out the tower peeping the scene
So when my trail
Screaming out one seven and bail
Gotta get my Rip out that cell, it's all over now

How my nigga one disguised as the preacher
Won't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival nigga so I the
Tech millimetre, somebody done pull the now it's on
Slaughterin' Bone, sprayed off the

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

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

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

That's down wid they niggas they scared to shoot
Now I'm rolling, no more ah half ah mile we get stopped
Cops surround Bone, we load
And say fuck all these road blocks

Busted ah you, then put bitch in reverse
And I get the and I push the button
boy came out the trunk and
Put it in drive see Souljah boy bucking

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

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

Wait until midnight till we ride out, hit ah car so we can out
While we waited we all got fried out,
If a thuggish ruggish thug nigga scream mo
Took one ah my niggas off now we got one mo to go

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