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 no muthafuckin' weed in court
Man fuck dat man they got my nigga man that shit cool man
"Okay order in the court" The versus Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

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

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

If they me barehanded, I'm done
Rip's gripping the six shot pump, so it
Copper lettin' the 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

Where the roll up for rocks 'n
This 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 spotted me, pick up ah piece and a me
But, I practice I preach and see that these slugs
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
They me off in the coffin

Cops from everywhere was and wailin' I went unconcious
From the stompin' taking ah 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 to put that thug

Made to be so, wid no In the hole but I won't budge
Sent me to deathrow, the time by fly past
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 ya, so peep out the creep or
The will meet ya

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

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

from hell and ready to bail
Time to hit they trail 'cause they 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, pullin' me in laughter
buckin 'em faster all I was thinkin'
When I see them bustas
Betta watch out for buckshots

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

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

I'm making that getaway, bound to getaway
Niggas got to and it's never to late
When you dash and tryna'
Nigga just test the Bone fate

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

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

Well it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and
Done got into 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 rage and the guage let go
They done labelled my psychotic
is got him sittin' on deathrow

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

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

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

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

And all across my face was the red lay in blood
Dodging the who, make the gun flip wid ah
back 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 more ah half ah mile we get stopped
surround Bone, we load glocks
And squeeze say fuck all these blocks

Busted ah you, then put bitch in reverse
And I get the swish and I push the
That boy came out the 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, up they doors
And they get feet up
I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the

'Cause I'm straight for the woods
So the niggas they behind me
We getaway smooth, ah nigga made
up quick to the hideout

Wait until midnight we ride 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 niggas off now we got one mo to go

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