Luyện nghe bài hát Down '71 (the Getaway)

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

Case number C601999 will the please stand
Is anything you wish to say on this matter
sentencing Bizzy Bone? 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' side by wid number one
Murda mo my guage on 'em
When the chase

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

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

Where the fiends roll up for '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 coppers be
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 smoke

From the ah, me gun
Hit the bend, oh the dum, dum I got yum
Yummed on the dead end 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 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 that

Made to be so, wid no parole In the but I won't budge
Sent me to deathrow, watchin' the time by fly
But Rip'll be sittin' mindless 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 will ya

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real like a dog
And began wid a rage and the guage let go
They done my nigga psychotic
Bitches is got him sittin' on

Scoping out the tower the scene
So when my trail
Screaming out one eighty seven and
Gotta get my nigga Rip out cell, it's all over now

How my nigga number one 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, off the tech

Gotta let 'em know way was on
We got gone but them was pullin' up quick nigga what's up
bust 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
Nigga like me get the gun
Gunning fronting wid thugs gotta get to the
Turn and we pump 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 runnin' wid 4 niggas

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

ah you, then put that bitch in reverse
And I get the swish and I the button
That boy out the trunk and
Put it in drive see Souljah 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 the car, had to jump over the hood

'Cause I'm headin' for the woods
So the niggas follow behind me
We getaway smooth, ah nigga good
Came up to the hideout

Wait until midnight we ride out, hit ah car so we can drive out
While we we all got fried out, fool
If youse a thuggish ruggish thug nigga mo
Took one ah my niggas off now we got one mo to go

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