Luyện nghe bài hát Down '71 (the Getaway)

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

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

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

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

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

Where the fiends up for rocks 'n
This perfect getaway, from the pigs when I peel and I hit the
Rippin' up the trench and I'm bailing while they
Better in hell than in the and it ain't no telling

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

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

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

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

Hoping I die fast, but chill, never do,
get put that on all me reefer
Somehow must beat ya, so 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 Mack-10

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How my nigga number one disguised as the
be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival nigga so I creep the
Tech millimetre, somebody pull the alarm now it's on
Bone, sprayed off the tech

Gotta let 'em know way was on
We got gone but them police was pullin' up quick what's up
Quick bust in first 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
like me get the gun running
Gunning wid thugs gotta get to the smug
Turn and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud

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

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

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

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

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

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

St.Claire, St.Claire, St.Claire, St.Claire
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