Luyện nghe bài hát Down '71 (the Getaway)

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

number C601999 will the defendant please stand
Is there anything you wish to say on this
sentencing Bizzy Bone? No man
You know the did it
Well the court sentences you to death by chair

We had to get 'em up wid two
Runnin' side by side wid one
Murda mo my guage on 'em
When the po-po

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

Layzie blew 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'
me lead on the double glock 'n

Where the roll up for rocks 'n
This perfect getaway, the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences
Rippin' up the and I'm bailing while 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 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
Yummed on the dead end they set in, then they in
They me off in the coffin

from everywhere 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 at dawning
in the eyes 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
me to deathrow, watchin' the time by fly past
But Rip'll be sittin' mindless spineless, in silence

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause can't fade me guage
bust them souls in the grave
So I'm them straight to the pave, can't be saved
I'm bucking, little reinforcements comin' in faster
Blast give my nigga double Zs the

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

'Cause I'm making getaway, bound to getaway
Niggas got to escape and never to late
you dash and tryna' break
Nigga just can't test the Bone

We steadily duckin'
Comin' up to the front door
And I pulled ah grenade, tossed to the door, let it
And we it, creepin' in the courtyard

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

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 my nigga psychotic
is got him sittin' on deathrow

Scoping out the peeping 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 one disguised as the preacher
Won't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival so I creep the
Tech millimetre, somebody done pull the alarm now on
Slaughterin' Bone, off the tech

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

All we was thinking is get caught
like me get the gun running
Gunning 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 lay in blood
the who, make the gun flip wid ah swoo
Bailing back on wid my
I'm runnin' wid 4 crazy

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

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

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

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

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

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