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 muthafuckin' weed in
Man fuck dat man they got my nigga man that shit ain't man
"Okay in the court" The people versus 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 know the did it
the court sentences you to death by electric 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 catch me barehanded, I'm done
gripping the six shot pump, so spill it
Copper the lead off
Copper thought he had me caught

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

Where the fiends roll up for 'n
This perfect getaway, the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences
Rippin' up the trench and I'm bailing while they
Better in hell 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 and see that these 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
on the dead 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 loss and up in the coffin
And without no stallin' cell I was in to be arreigned at dawning
Looking in the eyes of a judge, he right where to put that thug

Made to be so, wid no In the hole but I won't budge
Sent me to deathrow, watchin' the time by fly
But Rip'll be mindless never spineless, in silence

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

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

Little Rip, had to empty the clip
pump them slugs 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 wanted 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, me guage in laughter
Keep 'em faster all I was thinkin'
When I see bustas scatter
Betta watch out for buckshots

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

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

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

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

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

Well it as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie
Done got into another jam
Well I'd to see them boys get theyself outta 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 labelled my nigga
is got him sittin' on deathrow

Scoping out the tower peeping the
So when my niggas
Screaming out one eighty and bail
Gotta get my Rip out that 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, somebody done pull the now it's on
Slaughterin' Bone, off the tech

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

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

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

That's down wid they niggas they scared to shoot
Now I'm rolling, no more than ah half ah mile we get
Cops Bone, we load glocks
And squeeze say fuck all these road

Busted ah you, then put that 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 quick then 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 smooth, ah nigga made good
Came up 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
Took one ah my niggas off now we got one mo to go

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