Luyện nghe bài hát Word on the Street

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

I'm fleein' the crime on the major decon
Power steerin', lost the in the Jeep spin
in the seat, high pursuit by the precinct
My turned stake and let the beast in

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

Jakes 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 next time we go there

'Cuz po's here, must've 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 rolled told shit

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

Uncertain, my wiz peaked from behind the
It seen the high beam from the lurkin'
The speed chase, got my swervin'
I a diversion, crashed 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 side
Called China, meet me in a with the pathfinder
No time to talk, I'll you in when I find ya
Stopped at a neighborhood diner, me some attire
And swore to hold me down under

The word on the street, they trace my rap sheets
Still I creap swift, tryin' to 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 through the projects, the last you weap

You bein' watched like you new on the from roof tops
Get your moves on hot shots, pop, music stops
Party's over, bold soldier 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, riots place
When the Clan show they face, the fans show place

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

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

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

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
Promise me you'll ya mouth close 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 the projects, the last you weap