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 cool man
"Okay in the court" The people versus Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cops from everywhere was and wailin' I went unconcious
the stompin' taking ah loss 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 right to put that 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' never spineless, in silence

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause I'm making getaway, bound to getaway
got to escape and it's never to late
When you and tryna' break
Nigga just test the Bone fate

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gotta let 'em which way was on
We got but them 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
like me get the gun running
Gunning wid thugs gotta get to the smug
Turn around and we slugs, put 'em in the mud

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

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

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

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

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

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