Luyện nghe bài hát Word on the Street

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

I'm fleein' the crime scene on the major
Power steerin', lost the in the Jeep 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 weed gate, thought it was a sting, 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, no fear
We out for now, but next we might go there

'Cuz po's here, must've down the walkie talkie
I thought I one tell the other that he caught me
Damn, they got my man, he shit
nigga 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 restin'

Uncertain, my wiz from behind the curtain
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 at the eyes of the lord

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

The word on the street, they can't my rap sheets
Still I swift, tryin' to slip all heat
The word on the street, thing's way beyond deep
me you'll keep 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 splash through the projects, the last you weap

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

Hard times for po-9, can't the mass' sweep
For move backstage, we V.I.P. passes
sprayin' 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
Fire marshall catch a beat down, to cut my sound
Radio dispatcher, back-up, bustin'

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

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

Flew the rest off the passenger seat
I the heat, catched in the wif in and escaped on feet
While the locals interrogated for and photos
Work for 5-0, info for dough

The on the street, they can't trace my rap sheets
Still I creap swift, 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 word on the street, the concrete
My thief mysteriously got set free
The word on the street, the
Let the beast splash the projects, the last you weap