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 no muthafuckin' weed in court
Man fuck dat man they got my man that shit ain't cool man
"Okay in the court" The people versus Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Case number C601999 will the defendant stand
Is there anything you wish to say on matter
Before Bizzy Bone? No man
You the muthafucka did it
Well the court sentences you to death by chair

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

If catch me barehanded, I'm done
Rip's the six shot pump, so spill it
Copper lettin' the 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 buckin'
Bust me lead on the double 'n

Where the roll up for rocks 'n
perfect getaway, from the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences
Rippin' up the trench and I'm while they trailing
Better in than in the cell and it ain't no telling

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

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

Cops from everywhere was and wailin' I went unconcious
From the stompin' taking ah loss and waking up in the
And no stallin' cell I was tossed in to be arreigned at dawning
Looking in the eyes of a judge, he knew right where to put thug

Made to be so, wid no parole In the hole but I won't
Sent me to deathrow, watchin' the time by fly
But Rip'll be sittin' mindless spineless, in silence

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 will ya

Bailin' on ah mission, flippin' the
Betta check what the wind just in
Betta think again, it's a wid ah grin
On ah mission for revenge, wid that

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

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

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

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

Lettin' the gun gun blaze on ass
Gotta rip in them through vests
Mack-10s, sawed off eruptions, got plenty
No listen destruction, I'm bustin'

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

We steadily runnin'
Comin' up to the door barri-caded
And I pulled ah grenade, tossed to the door, let it
And we made it, in the courtyard

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

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

as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog
And began wid a rage and the guage let go
They done labelled my nigga
Bitches is got him sittin' on

Scoping out the peeping the scene
So when my niggas
Screaming out one eighty and bail
Gotta get my Rip out that cell, it's all over now

How my nigga number one disguised as the
Won't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival nigga so I the
Tech millimetre, somebody done 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 nigga up
Quick bust in when he hit that fence niggas got cut the fuck up
We bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'

All we was thinking is get caught
Nigga like me get the gun
Gunning fronting wid gotta get to the smug
Turn and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud

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

That's down wid they niggas they ain't to shoot
Now I'm rolling, no more than ah half ah we get stopped
Cops Bone, we load glocks
And squeeze say fuck all these road

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

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

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

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

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