Luyện nghe bài hát Word on the Street

Smooth getaway,
One on my ass
(Getaway)
'Bout to this hundred yard dash
With the

I'm fleein' the crime scene on the decon
Power steerin', lost the in the Jeep spin
Deep in the seat, high by the precinct
My co-defendant turned and let the beast in

They rush my old Earth lab, 50 g's cash
In the and let the glock splash
Sun dash down the fire escape past the weed
The gate, thought it was a sting, popped the tre' 8

givin' chase, now the dread's my 'space
I was creepin' down the staircase, we met to face
In the lobby, cold stares, no fear
We out for now, but next we might go there

'Cuz po's here, must've turned down the walkie
I thought I heard one tell the that he caught me
Damn, they got my man, he shit
Bitch nigga that I rolled with shit

I layed low, 007 'til I get
He told my wiz lives and where the whip's parked
Got my off the license plate
eliminates, headin' to my next restin' place

Uncertain, my wiz peaked behind the curtain
It the high beam from the chicky lurkin'
The speed chase, got my swervin'
I needed a diversion, crashed in the of a suburban
In the mirror, I'm at the eyes of the lord

jump out, fucked up the driver side door
Called China, me in a half with the pathfinder
No to talk, I'll fill you in when I find ya
at a neighborhood diner, brought me some attire
And swore to hold me under fire

The word on the street, they trace my rap sheets
Still I swift, tryin' to slip all heat
The word on the street, this way beyond deep
Promise me you'll ya mouth close and don't leak

The on the street, the evidence's concrete
My cold thief got set free
The on the street, the photograph
Let the beast splash through the projects, the you weap

You bein' watched like you new on the block roof tops
Get your moves on these hot shots, pop, music
Party's over, bold soldier for his holster
Shot the lights out, struck the bouncer in his

Hard times for po-9, can't control the sweep
For backstage, we sling V.I.P. passes
Jakes mace, riots takin' place
the Clan show they face, the fans show they place

Get your blunt rolled, fuck the 5-0, they it dun' know
Bitches get tripped over, niggaz the front row
Fire marshall catch a beat down, tryin' to cut my
dispatcher, back-up, bustin' rounds

Without intermission a crowd's position
Bullets off the strobe lights, strikin' Christians
My nigga in, 'nuff ammunition
To bust back, fuck that, them out of town gon' take the rap

It's war on the dance floor, to 4
Before we peeled off, they to seal off the back door
Gats for the beast, high pursuit down the side
Shot up my getaway Jeep, crashed the glass

Flew the rest off the passenger seat
I grabbed the heat, catched in the wif in and on feet
While the locals interrogated for and photos
Work for 5-0, swappin' for dough

The word on the street, they can't trace my rap
Still I swift, tryin' to slip all heat
The word on the street, this thing's way beyond
Promise me you'll ya mouth close and don't leak

The on the street, the evidence's concrete
My cold thief got set free
The word on the street, the
Let the splash through the projects, the last you weap