Luyện nghe bài hát Word on the Street

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

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

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

Jakes 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 go there

'Cuz po's here, must've turned down the walkie
I thought I heard one the other that he caught me
Damn, got my man, he knows shit
Bitch nigga that I rolled with shit

I low, 007 'til I get dark
He told 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 peaked from the curtain
It seen the high beam from the lurkin'
The speed chase, got my swervin'
I needed a diversion, in the side of a suburban
In the mirror, I'm starin' at the 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, I'll fill you in I find ya
Stopped at a diner, brought me some attire
And swore to hold me down fire

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 deep
Promise me you'll ya mouth close 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 beast splash through the projects, the last you

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

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

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

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

war on the dance floor, quarter 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 front

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

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

The word on the street, the evidence's
My thief mysteriously got set free
The on the street, the photograph
Let the beast splash the projects, the last you weap