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 nigga man that shit ain't man
"Okay order in the court" The people versus Bone

Case C601999 will the defendant please stand
Is there anything you wish to say on this
Before sentencing Bizzy No man
You know the did it
Well the court sentences you to by electric chair

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

on ah mission, flippin' the script
Betta what the wind just blew in
Betta think again, 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
made 'em drop glock went pop pop
Goin' out like a thug on the double

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Scoping out the peeping the scene
So when my niggas
Screaming out one seven and bail
Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, all over now

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

let 'em know 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 fence niggas got cut the up
We steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' I was jumpin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wait until midnight till we out, hit ah car so we can drive out
While we waited we all got out, fool
If youse a thuggish ruggish thug nigga mo
Took one ah my off deathrow now we got one mo to go

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