Luyện nghe bài hát Down '71 (the Getaway)

Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man fuck dat man put that out man
You ain't to be smokin' 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 Thugs-N-Harmony

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

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

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

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

Where the fiends up for rocks 'n
This perfect getaway, from the pigs when I and I hit the fences
Rippin' up the trench and I'm bailing while they
Better in hell in the cell and it ain't no telling

the coppers be dwelling
One had spotted me, pick up ah and shot a me
But, I practice I preach and see that these 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 end they set in, then they lead in
They wanting me off in the

Cops everywhere was yellin and wailin' I went unconcious
From the stompin' taking ah loss and up in the coffin
And without no stallin' cell I was tossed in to be arreigned at
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, the time by fly past
But Rip'll be mindless never spineless, in silence

Hoping I die fast, but chill, do, sleepa
Gotta get put that on all me
Somehow beat ya, so peep out the creep or
The reaper meet ya

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

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

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

When I them mumbles, pullin' me guage 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, be saved
I'm bucking, little reinforcements comin' in faster
Blast give my double Zs the Mack-10

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

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

We steadily runnin'
Comin' up to the front door
And I ah grenade, tossed to the door, let it explode
And we made it, in the courtyard

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

Well it as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie
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' real fast a dog
And began wid a rage and the can't let go
They done labelled my psychotic
is got him sittin' on deathrow

Scoping out the peeping the scene
So my niggas trail
out one eighty seven and bail
Gotta get my nigga Rip out cell, it's all over now

How my number one disguised as the preacher
Won't be pullin' ah mission for survival nigga so I creep 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 gone but them police was pullin' up quick nigga up
bust in first when he hit that fence niggas got cut the fuck up
We steady bucking, steady buckin' while I was jumpin'

All we was thinking is don't get
Nigga like me get the gun
Gunning fronting wid thugs gotta get to the
Turn around and we slugs, put 'em in the mud

And all across my was the red that lay in blood
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 they ain't scared to shoot
Now I'm rolling, no than ah half ah mile we get stopped
Cops surround Bone, we load
And squeeze say fuck all these road

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

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

'Cause I'm headin' straight for the
So the niggas follow behind me
We getaway smooth, ah nigga made
Came up 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 thug nigga scream mo
Took one ah my niggas off now we got one mo to go

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