Luyện nghe bài hát Down '71 (the Getaway)

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

Case number will the defendant please stand
Is anything you wish to say on this matter
Before sentencing Bone? No man
You the muthafucka did it
Well the sentences you to death by electric chair

We had to get 'em up wid two
Runnin' by side 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
thought that he had me caught

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

Where the fiends roll up for 'n
This perfect getaway, from the pigs I peel and I hit the fences
Rippin' up the trench and I'm while they trailing
Better in than in the cell and it ain't no telling

Where the be dwelling
One had spotted me, pick up ah 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 dead end they set in, then they 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 no stallin' cell I was tossed in to be arreigned at dawning
Looking in the eyes of a judge, he knew right to put that thug

Made to be so, wid no parole In the hole but I won't
Sent me to deathrow, watchin' the by fly past
But Rip'll be sittin' mindless spineless, in silence

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause them fade me guage
bust them souls in the grave
So I'm buckin' them straight to the pave, be saved
I'm bucking, little Ripster comin' in faster
Blast give my double Zs the Mack-10

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How my nigga one disguised as the preacher
Won't be pullin' ah mission for survival nigga so I creep the
millimetre, somebody 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
Quick bust in first when he hit that niggas got cut the fuck up
We steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' I was jumpin'

All we was is don't get caught
Nigga like me get the gun
fronting 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 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 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 push the
That boy out the trunk and
Put it in drive see that boy bucking

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

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

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

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