Luyện nghe bài hát Word on the Street

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

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

They rush my old 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' the staircase, we met face to face
In the lobby, cold stares, show no
We out for now, but next time we might go

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

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

Uncertain, my wiz peaked from behind the
It seen the beam 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 eyes of the

Couldn't jump out, fucked up the driver side
Called China, meet me in a half with the
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 slip all
The word on the street, thing's way beyond deep
Promise me you'll keep ya mouth close and don't

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 last you

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

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

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

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

It's war on the dance floor, 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, the front glass

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

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

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