Luyện nghe bài hát Word on the Street

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Couldn't out, fucked up the driver side door
Called China, meet me in a with the pathfinder
No time to talk, fill you in when I find ya
at a neighborhood diner, brought me some attire
And swore to me down under fire

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

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

You bein' watched like you new on the block from tops
Get your moves on these hot shots, pop, stops
Party's over, bold soldier move for his
Shot the lights out, struck the in his shoulder

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

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

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

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

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

The word on the street, they trace my rap sheets
Still I creap swift, 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 mysteriously got set free
The on the street, the photograph
Let the beast splash through the projects, the you weap