Luyện nghe bài hát Down '71 (the Getaway)

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

Case number C601999 will the please stand
Is anything you wish to say on this matter
Before Bizzy Bone? No man
You know the did it
Well the court you to death by electric chair

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

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

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

the fiends roll up for rocks 'n
This perfect getaway, from the when I peel and I hit the fences
Rippin' up the trench and I'm bailing while they
Better in hell than in the cell and it no telling

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

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
wanting me off in the coffin

Cops from was yellin and wailin' I went unconcious
the stompin' taking ah loss and waking up in the coffin
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 that

Made to be so, wid no In the hole but I won't budge
Sent me to deathrow, watchin' the 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 peep out the or
The reaper meet ya

Bailin' on ah mission, flippin' the
Betta check what the wind blew in
think again, it's a preacher wid ah grin
On ah for revenge, wid that Mack-10

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

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

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

'Cause them can't fade me
Gotta bust them souls in the
So I'm them straight to the pave, can't be saved
I'm bucking, little Ripster reinforcements comin' in
Blast my nigga double 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
When you and tryna' break
Nigga just test the Bone fate

We steadily runnin'
Comin' up to the front 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 and jump in it quick
From tech-9 bullets humming

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

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

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

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

Gotta let 'em which way was on
We got gone but them police was pullin' up quick nigga up
Quick bust in first when he hit that fence niggas got cut the up
We steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was

All we was is don't get caught
Nigga like me get the gun
Gunning fronting wid thugs 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
Dodging the who, the gun flip wid ah swoo
back on wid my troops
I'm wid 4 crazy niggas

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

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

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

'Cause I'm headin' for the woods
So the they follow behind me
We getaway smooth, ah made good
up quick to the hideout

Wait midnight 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
one ah my niggas off deathrow now we got one mo to go

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