Luyện nghe bài hát Word on the Street

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

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

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

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

'Cuz po's here, must've turned the walkie talkie
I thought I heard one tell the that he caught me
Damn, they got my man, he knows
nigga that I rolled with told 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
That eliminates, headin' to my next place

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

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

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

The word on the street, the concrete
My cold thief mysteriously got set
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 move for his
Shot the out, struck the bouncer in his shoulder

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

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

Without intermission from a crowd's
ricochet off the strobe lights, strikin' Christians
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, they to seal off the back door
Gats for the beast, pursuit down the side streets
Shot up my Jeep, crashed the front glass

the head 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' info for

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

The word on the street, the concrete
My cold thief got set free
The on the street, the photograph
Let the beast splash through the projects, the last you