Luyện nghe bài hát Word on the Street

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

I'm fleein' the crime on the major decon
Power steerin', lost the handle in the spin
in the seat, high pursuit by the precinct
My turned stake 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 gate
The weed gate, thought it was a sting, popped the 8

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

'Cuz here, must've turned down the walkie talkie
I thought I heard one tell the other he caught me
Damn, they got my man, he knows
Bitch that I rolled 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 place

Uncertain, my wiz from behind the curtain
It seen the high beam from the lurkin'
The high 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

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

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 thing's way deep
Promise me you'll keep ya mouth and don't leak

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

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

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

Get your rolled, fuck the 5-0, they want 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 from a position
ricochet off the strobe lights, strikin' Christians
My slipped in, 'nuff ammunition
To bust back, fuck that, them out of town cats take the rap

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

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

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

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