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 ain't cool man
"Okay order in the court" The versus Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Case number C601999 will the defendant stand
Is there anything you to say on this matter
Before sentencing Bizzy No man
You the muthafucka 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
Murda mo drop my on 'em
When the po-po

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

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

Where the fiends roll up for 'n
perfect getaway, from the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences
Rippin' up the trench and I'm bailing while 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 what I preach and see that slugs
Up in his body got him, run, wid coming

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

Cops everywhere was yellin 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 arreigned at
Looking in the eyes of a judge, he knew right where to put thug

Made to be so, wid no parole In the but I won't budge
Sent me to deathrow, the time by fly past
But Rip'll be sittin' never spineless, in silence

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause them fade me guage
bust them souls in the grave
So I'm buckin' them to the pave, can't be saved
I'm bucking, little Ripster reinforcements in faster
Blast my nigga 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 destruction, I'm bustin'

'Cause I'm making that getaway, to getaway
Niggas got to and it's never to late
When you dash and break
just can't 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, in the courtyard

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

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

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

Scoping out the peeping the scene
So when my trail
Screaming out one seven and bail
get my nigga Rip out that cell, it's all over now

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause I'm headin' straight for the
So the niggas they follow me
We getaway smooth, ah nigga good
Came up quick to the

Wait until midnight till we ride out, hit ah car so we can out
we waited we all got fried out, fool
If youse a thuggish ruggish thug scream mo
Took one ah my off deathrow now we got one mo to go

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