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 muthafuckin' in court
Man fuck dat man they got my nigga man shit ain't cool man
"Okay order in the court" The people versus Thugs-N-Harmony

Case number C601999 will the defendant please
Is there anything you wish to say on matter
Before sentencing 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' by side wid number one
mo drop my guage on 'em
When the chase

If catch me barehanded, I'm done
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
one best start duckin' wid ah gun already buckin'
Bust me on the double glock 'n

Where the fiends up for rocks 'n
This perfect getaway, from the 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 what I preach and see that 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 me off in the coffin

Cops from everywhere was yellin and wailin' I went
From the stompin' ah loss and waking up in the coffin
And without no stallin' I was tossed in to be arreigned 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, watchin' the by fly past
But Rip'll be mindless never spineless, in silence

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

Bailin' on ah mission, the script
Betta what the wind just blew in
Betta think again, a preacher wid ah grin
On ah mission for revenge, wid Mack-10

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Scoping out the tower the scene
So my niggas trail
Screaming out one eighty seven and
Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, it's all now

How my nigga one disguised as the preacher
Won't be ah Bible mission for survival nigga so I creep the
Tech millimetre, somebody done pull the now it's on
Bone, sprayed 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 steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was

All we was thinking is get caught
Nigga like me get the gun
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 that lay in
Dodging the who, make the gun flip wid ah
Bailing on wid my troops
I'm runnin' wid 4 niggas

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

ah you, then put that 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 came quick heat up
Niggas blast at each other, up they doors
And they get feet up
I jumped outta the car, had to jump the hood

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

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