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 weed in court
Man fuck dat man they got my nigga man that ain't cool man
"Okay order in the court" The people versus Bone

Case number C601999 will the please stand
Is there anything you wish to say on 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
mo drop my guage on 'em
When the po-po

If they catch me barehanded, I'm
Rip's gripping the six pump, so spill it
Copper lettin' the 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 getaway, from the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences
Rippin' up the trench and I'm bailing they trailing
in hell than in the cell and it ain't no telling

Where the be dwelling
One had me, pick up ah piece and shot 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
on the dead end they set in, then they lead in
They me off in the coffin

Cops from was yellin and wailin' I went unconcious
From the stompin' taking ah loss and waking up in the
And without no cell I was tossed in to be arreigned at dawning
Looking in the of a judge, he knew right where 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 Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in

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

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

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

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

When I heard them mumbles, pullin' me in laughter
Keep buckin 'em all I was thinkin'
When I see them bustas
Betta out for them 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, Ripster reinforcements comin' in faster
Blast give my nigga double Zs the

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

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

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

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

Well it as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie
Done got theyselves into jam
I'd love to see them boys 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
done labelled my nigga psychotic
Bitches is got him on deathrow

out the tower peeping the scene
So when my trail
out one eighty seven and bail
Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, all over now

How my number one disguised as the preacher
Won't be pullin' ah mission for survival nigga so I creep the
millimetre, somebody done pull 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 when he hit that fence niggas got cut the up
We bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 niggas off now we got one mo to go

St.Claire, St.Claire, St.Claire, St.Claire
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