Luyện nghe bài hát Down '71 (the Getaway)

Playa ass muthafuckas man fuck dat man put that shit out man
You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no weed in court
Man fuck dat man they got my man that shit ain't cool man
"Okay order in the court" The people Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Case number C601999 will the defendant please
Is anything you wish to say on this matter
Before sentencing Bizzy No man
You know the did it
Well the court sentences you to by electric chair

We had to get 'em up wid two
Runnin' side by wid number one
Murda mo drop my on 'em
When the po-po

If catch me barehanded, I'm done
gripping the six shot pump, so spill it
Copper the lead off
Copper that he had me caught

Little Layzie blew his off get him up, and get up
The bullets start to get lit up
one best start duckin' wid ah gun already buckin'
Bust me lead on the glock 'n

Where the fiends up for rocks 'n
This perfect getaway, the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences
Rippin' up the trench and I'm bailing they trailing
Better in hell than in the and it ain't no telling

Where the be dwelling
One had spotted me, pick up ah and shot a me
But, I practice what I preach and see that these
Up in his body got him, run, wid smoke

From the ah, me gun
Hit the bend, oh the dum, dum I got yum
Yummed on the dead end they set in, they lead in
wanting me off in the coffin

Cops from everywhere was yellin and wailin' I unconcious
the stompin' taking ah loss and waking up in the coffin
And without no stallin' cell I was in to be arreigned at dawning
Looking in the of a judge, he knew right where to put that thug

to be so, wid no parole In the hole but I won't budge
Sent me to deathrow, the time by fly past
But Rip'll be sittin' mindless spineless, in silence

Hoping I die fast, but chill, do, sleepa
Gotta get put on all me reefer
Somehow beat ya, so peep out the creep or
The will meet ya

Bailin' on ah mission, the script
Betta check the wind just blew in
Betta think again, it's a preacher wid ah
On ah for revenge, wid that Mack-10

Little Rip, had to empty the clip
Gotta pump them slugs up in them
Steady made 'em drop went pop pop
Goin' out like a on the double glock

Back hell and ready to bail
Time to hit they trail 'cause they wanted my nigga
Holdin' the Bible I got a grenade, I'ma go inside the squad
Gettin' ready for the

When I heard mumbles, pullin' me guage in laughter
Keep buckin 'em all I was thinkin'
I see them bustas scatter
Betta watch out for buckshots

'Cause them can't me guage
Gotta them souls in the grave
So I'm buckin' them straight to the pave, be saved
I'm bucking, little Ripster reinforcements in faster
Blast my nigga double Zs the Mack-10

Lettin' the gun gun blaze on ass
Gotta rip in them through vests
Mack-10s, sawed off eruptions, got plenty
No missing listen destruction, I'm

'Cause I'm that getaway, bound to getaway
Niggas got to and it's never to late
When you dash and break
just can't test the Bone fate

We steadily runnin'
up to the front door barri-caded
And I pulled ah grenade, to the door, let it explode
And we it, creepin' in the courtyard

So Krayzie safety coming
the fence and jump in it quick
From Krayzie's bullets humming

it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie
Done got into another jam
I'd love to see them boys get theyself outta this one

Soon as I in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog
And began wid a rage and the guage let go
done labelled my nigga psychotic
Bitches is got him on deathrow

out the tower peeping the scene
So when my niggas
Screaming out one seven and bail
Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, all over now

How my nigga one disguised as the preacher
Won't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival so I creep the
Tech millimetre, somebody pull the alarm now it's on
Slaughterin' Bone, off the tech

let 'em know which way was on
We got gone but them police was up quick nigga what's up
Quick bust in first when he hit that fence got cut the fuck up
We steady bucking, steady buckin' while I was jumpin'

All we was is don't get caught
like me get the gun running
Gunning fronting wid thugs get to the smug
Turn around and we slugs, put 'em in the mud

And all across my face was the red that lay in
Dodging the who, the gun flip wid ah swoo
Bailing on wid my troops
I'm runnin' wid 4 niggas

That's down wid niggas they ain't scared to shoot
Now I'm rolling, no more ah half ah mile we get stopped
Cops surround Bone, we glocks
And say fuck all these road blocks

Busted ah you, then put that in reverse
And I get the and I push the button
boy came out the trunk and
Put it in drive see Souljah boy bucking

Back in the other direction, Po-po came quick heat up
Niggas blast at each other, up they doors
And get they feet up
I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the

'Cause I'm headin' straight for the
So the they follow behind me
We getaway smooth, ah nigga made
up quick to the hideout

Wait until midnight we ride out, hit ah car so we can drive out
While we we all got fried out, fool
If a thuggish ruggish thug nigga scream mo
Took one ah my niggas off now we got one mo to go

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