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 muthafuckin' weed in
Man fuck dat man they got my nigga man that ain't cool man
"Okay order in the court" The people versus Thugs-N-Harmony

Case number C601999 the defendant please stand
Is there anything you wish to say on matter
Before sentencing Bizzy 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' side by side wid one
mo drop my guage on 'em
When the chase

If they catch me barehanded, I'm
gripping 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 start to get lit up
Number one best start duckin' wid ah gun buckin'
Bust me lead on the glock 'n

Where the roll up for rocks 'n
This getaway, from the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences
up the trench and I'm bailing while they trailing
Better in hell than in the 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 dead end set in, then they lead in
They wanting me off in the

Cops everywhere was yellin and wailin' I went unconcious
From the stompin' taking ah and waking up in the coffin
And no stallin' cell I was tossed in to be arreigned at dawning
Looking in the 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, watchin' the by fly past
But Rip'll be sittin' mindless spineless, in silence

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause I'm that getaway, bound to getaway
Niggas got to and it's never 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 it, creepin' in the courtyard

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

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

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

Scoping out the tower the scene
So when my trail
Screaming out one eighty and bail
Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, all over now

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

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

All we was is don't get caught
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
back 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 than ah half ah mile we get stopped
surround Bone, we load glocks
And squeeze say fuck all these blocks

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

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

'Cause I'm headin' for the woods
So the niggas they behind me
We getaway smooth, ah made good
up quick 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 thug nigga scream mo
Took one ah my niggas off now we got one mo to go

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