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 smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in
Man fuck dat man got my nigga man that shit ain't cool man
"Okay order in the court" The people Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Case C601999 will the defendant please stand
Is there anything you to say on this matter
Before Bizzy Bone? No man
You the muthafucka did it
Well the court sentences you to death by electric

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 gripping the six shot pump, so it
Copper lettin' the off
Copper thought he had me caught

Layzie 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 lead on the double 'n

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

Where the coppers be
One had spotted me, pick up ah piece and a me
But, I practice what I preach and see that these
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 dead end they set in, they lead in
wanting me off in the coffin

Cops from everywhere was yellin and I went unconcious
From the taking 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 knew right where to put that

to be so, wid no parole 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause I'm making getaway, bound to getaway
Niggas got to and it's never to late
When you dash and break
Nigga can't test the Bone fate

We steadily runnin'
up to the front 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 fence and jump in it
Krayzie's tech-9 bullets humming

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

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

Scoping out the 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 one disguised as the preacher
Won't be pullin' ah Bible mission for nigga so I creep the
Tech millimetre, done pull the alarm now it's on
Slaughterin' Bone, sprayed off the

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

All we was is don't get caught
like me get the gun running
Gunning fronting wid thugs get to the smug
around and we pump 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

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

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

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

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

until midnight till we ride out, hit ah car so we can drive out
While we waited we all got out, fool
If youse a thuggish thug nigga scream mo
Took one ah my 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