Luyện nghe bài hát Word on the Street

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

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

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

Jakes chase, now the dread's my 'space
I was creepin' down the staircase, we met to face
In the lobby, cold stares, show no
We out for now, but next time we 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 with told shit

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

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

Couldn't jump out, fucked up the driver door
Called China, meet me in a half with the
No time to talk, I'll you in when I find ya
Stopped at a neighborhood diner, me some attire
And swore to hold me under fire

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

The word on the street, the concrete
My thief mysteriously got set free
The word on the street, the
Let the splash through the projects, the last you weap

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

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

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

Without intermission from a position
Bullets ricochet off the strobe lights, strikin'
My nigga slipped in, ammunition
To bust back, fuck that, them out of town cats take the rap

war on the dance floor, quarter to 4
Before we peeled off, tried to seal off the back door
Gats for the beast, high pursuit the side streets
up my getaway Jeep, crashed the front glass

Flew the head rest off the seat
I grabbed the heat, catched in the wif in and escaped on
While the locals interrogated for names and
Work for 5-0, swappin' info for

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

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