Luyện nghe bài hát Down '71 (the Getaway)

Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man dat man put that shit out man
You ain't to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court
Man fuck dat man they got my nigga man shit ain't cool man
"Okay in the court" The people versus Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Case number C601999 will the please stand
Is there anything you wish to say on this
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
side by side wid number one
Murda mo drop my on 'em
the po-po chase

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

Layzie blew 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 glock '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 they trailing
Better in 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 what I preach and see that 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 end they set in, then they lead in
They wanting me off in the

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 of a judge, he knew right where to put that thug

to be so, wid no parole In the hole but I won't budge
Sent me to deathrow, watchin' the by fly past
But be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silence

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause I'm making that getaway, bound to
Niggas got to escape and it's to late
When you dash and tryna'
Nigga just can't the Bone fate

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

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

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

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

Scoping out the tower 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 one disguised as the preacher
be pullin' ah Bible mission 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 them police was pullin' up quick nigga up
Quick in first when he hit that fence niggas got cut the fuck up
We steady bucking, steady duckin' while I was jumpin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wait until till we ride out, hit ah car so we can drive out
While we waited we all got fried out,
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