Luyện nghe bài hát Down '71 (the Getaway)

Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man fuck dat man put that out man
You ain't to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court
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

number C601999 will the defendant please stand
Is there anything you wish to say on matter
sentencing 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 wid number one
Murda mo my guage on 'em
When the po-po

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

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

Where the roll up for rocks 'n
This perfect getaway, the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences
up the trench and I'm bailing 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 piece and a me
But, I practice what I preach and see 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
Yummed on the end they set in, then they lead in
wanting me off in the coffin

Cops from everywhere was yellin and 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
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
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
Gotta get put on all me reefer
Somehow must beat ya, so out the creep or
The will meet ya

on ah mission, flippin' the script
Betta check what the wind just 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 up in them cops
Steady 'em drop glock went pop pop
Goin' out like a thug on the double

Back hell and ready to bail
Time to hit 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 faster all I was
When I see them bustas
Betta out for them buckshots

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

Lettin' the gun gun on they 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, bound to
Niggas got to escape and never to late
you dash and tryna' break
Nigga just can't test the Bone

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

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

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

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

Scoping out the peeping the scene
So my niggas trail
out one eighty 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 Bible mission for survival nigga so I the
Tech millimetre, done pull the alarm now it's on
Slaughterin' Bone, off the tech

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

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
Dodging the who, make the gun wid ah swoo
Bailing back on wid my
I'm runnin' wid 4 crazy

That's wid they niggas they ain't scared to shoot
Now I'm rolling, no than ah half ah mile we get stopped
Cops Bone, we load glocks
And squeeze say fuck all road blocks

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

Back in the other direction, came quick then heat up
blast at each other, open up they doors
And get they feet up
I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the

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

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

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