Luyện nghe bài hát Down '71 (the Getaway)

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

Case C601999 will the defendant please stand
Is there you wish to say on this matter
Before 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' by side wid number one
Murda mo drop my on 'em
When the chase

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

Little 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 up for rocks 'n
This getaway, from the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences
Rippin' up the and I'm bailing while they trailing
Better in hell than in the cell and it no telling

the coppers be dwelling
One had me, pick up ah piece and shot 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
Yummed on the 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 and waking up in the coffin
And without no stallin' cell I was tossed in to be at dawning
Looking in the eyes of a judge, he knew right where to put thug

Made to be so, wid no parole In the hole but I 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
Gotta get put on all me reefer
must beat ya, so peep out the creep or
The reaper will ya

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

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

Back from hell and ready to
Time to hit trail '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 all I was thinkin'
I see them bustas scatter
Betta watch out for 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

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

'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 the Bone fate

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

So Krayzie feelin' coming
Hittin' the fence and in it quick
Krayzie's tech-9 bullets 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 and the guage can't let go
They done labelled my nigga
Bitches is got him sittin' on

Scoping out the tower the scene
So when my 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 so I creep the
Tech millimetre, somebody done pull the now it's on
Slaughterin' Bone, off the tech

Gotta let 'em which way was on
We got but them 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, duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'

All we was is don't get caught
like 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 that lay in
Dodging the who, make the gun flip wid ah
back on wid my troops
I'm runnin' wid 4 crazy

That's down wid they niggas ain't 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

ah you, then put that 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 then up
Niggas at each other, open up they doors
And they get they up
I jumped outta the car, had to over the hood

'Cause I'm headin' for the woods
So the they follow behind me
We getaway smooth, ah nigga made
Came up quick to the

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

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