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 scene on the decon
Power steerin', lost the in the Jeep spin
in the seat, high pursuit by the precinct
My co-defendant turned stake and let the in

They my old Earth lab, grabbed 50 g's cash
In the stash and let the splash
Sun dash down the fire escape the weed gate
The weed gate, thought it was a sting, the tre' 8

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

'Cuz po's here, turned down the walkie talkie
I thought I heard one tell the other that he me
Damn, they got my man, he shit
Bitch nigga that I 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 plate
eliminates, headin' to my next restin' place

Uncertain, my wiz from behind the curtain
It seen the high from the chicky lurkin'
The high speed chase, got my
I needed a diversion, 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 door
Called China, meet me in a with the pathfinder
No time to talk, fill you in when I find ya
Stopped at a diner, brought me some attire
And to hold me down under fire

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

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

You watched 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 mass'
For backstage, we sling V.I.P. passes
Jakes sprayin' mace, riots takin'
When the Clan show they face, the fans show place

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

Without from a crowd's position
Bullets off the strobe lights, strikin' Christians
My nigga 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
Before we peeled off, tried 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 grabbed the heat, catched in the wif in and on feet
While the locals for names and photos
for 5-0, swappin' info for dough

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 deep
Promise me you'll keep ya close and don't leak

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