Luyện nghe bài hát Down '71 (the Getaway)

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

Case number C601999 will the defendant please
Is there anything you wish to say on this
Before Bizzy Bone? No man
You know the did it
Well the court sentences you to by electric 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 catch me barehanded, I'm done
gripping the six shot 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 duckin' wid ah gun already buckin'
Bust me on the double glock 'n

Where the roll 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 hell in the cell and it ain't no telling

Where the be dwelling
One had spotted me, up ah piece and shot a me
But, I what I preach and see that these slugs
Up in his got him, run, wid smoke coming

From the ah, me gun
Hit the bend, oh the dum, dum I got yum
Yummed on the dead end they set in, 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 stallin' cell I was tossed in to be at dawning
Looking in the eyes of a judge, he knew right where to put that

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 never spineless, in

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 will meet ya

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm making that getaway, bound to getaway
Niggas got to escape and it's to late
When you dash and break
Nigga just test the Bone fate

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

So feelin' safety coming
the fence and jump in it quick
From Krayzie's bullets humming

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

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

out the tower peeping the scene
So when my niggas
Screaming out one seven and bail
Gotta get my Rip out that cell, it's all over now

How my number one disguised as the preacher
Won't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival so I creep the
Tech millimetre, done pull the alarm now it's on
Slaughterin' Bone, off the tech

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

All we was thinking is don't get
Nigga me get the gun running
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 lay in blood
the who, make the gun flip wid ah swoo
Bailing on wid my troops
I'm runnin' wid 4 crazy

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

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

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

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

Wait midnight till 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 off deathrow now we got one mo to go

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