Luyện nghe bài hát Word on the Street

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

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

rush 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, it was a sting, popped the tre' 8

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

'Cuz here, must've turned down the walkie talkie
I thought I one tell the other that he caught me
Damn, they got my man, he shit
Bitch nigga that I with told shit

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

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

Couldn't out, fucked up the driver side door
Called China, meet me in a half the pathfinder
No to talk, I'll fill you in when I find ya
Stopped at a neighborhood diner, brought me some
And swore to hold me down 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 close and leak

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

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

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

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

intermission from a crowd's position
Bullets ricochet off the strobe lights, strikin'
My nigga in, 'nuff ammunition
To bust back, fuck that, out of town cats gon' take the rap

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

Flew the head off the passenger seat
I the heat, catched in the wif in and escaped on feet
While the interrogated for names and photos
for 5-0, swappin' info for dough

The word on the street, they trace my rap sheets
I creap swift, tryin' to slip all heat
The word on the street, this thing's way beyond
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 word on the street, the
Let the splash through the projects, the last you weap