Luyện nghe bài hát Down '71 (the Getaway)

Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man fuck dat man put 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 ain't man
"Okay order in the court" The versus Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

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

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

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

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

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

Where the be dwelling
One had me, pick up ah piece and shot a me
But, I practice I preach 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 me off in the coffin

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

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

I die fast, but chill, never do, sleepa
Gotta get put 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 what the wind just in
Betta think again, it's a wid ah grin
On ah for revenge, wid that Mack-10

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

Back from hell and ready to
Time to hit they '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 'em faster all I was thinkin'
When I see them bustas
Betta watch out for buckshots

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

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

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

We runnin' 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 feelin' safety coming
Hittin' the fence and in it quick
From tech-9 bullets humming

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

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

out the tower peeping the scene
So when my trail
Screaming out one eighty seven and
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 for survival nigga so I creep the
millimetre, somebody done pull 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
Quick in first when he hit that fence niggas got cut the fuck up
We steady bucking, duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'

All we was is don't get caught
Nigga like me get the gun
Gunning fronting wid thugs get to the smug
Turn around and we 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
back on wid my troops
I'm runnin' wid 4 crazy

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

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

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

'Cause I'm straight for the woods
So the they follow behind me
We smooth, ah nigga made good
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 ruggish thug scream mo
Took one ah my off deathrow now we got one mo to go

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