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 no muthafuckin' weed in court
Man fuck dat man they got my nigga man that ain't cool man
"Okay in the court" The people versus Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Case number C601999 will the defendant stand
Is there anything you wish to say on matter
sentencing Bizzy Bone? No man
You know the 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
the po-po chase

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

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

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

Where the be dwelling
One had spotted me, pick up ah and shot a me
But, I practice what I preach and see 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, then lead in
wanting me off in the coffin

Cops from was yellin and wailin' I went unconcious
From the taking ah loss and waking up in the coffin
And without no stallin' I was tossed in to be arreigned at dawning
in the eyes of a judge, he knew right where to put that thug

Made to be so, wid no parole In the but I won't budge
Sent me to deathrow, the time 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 peep out the or
The reaper meet ya

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause I'm making that getaway, to getaway
Niggas got to escape and never to late
When you and tryna' break
just can't test the Bone fate

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

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

Well it seems as if them two Bizzy and Layzie
got theyselves 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
done labelled my nigga psychotic
Bitches is got him on deathrow

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

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

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

All we was thinking is get caught
Nigga me get the gun running
Gunning fronting wid thugs gotta get to the
Turn around and we slugs, put 'em in the mud

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

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

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

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

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

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

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