Luyện nghe bài hát Down '71 (the Getaway)

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

Case number C601999 will the defendant please
Is there anything you wish to say on matter
Before Bizzy Bone? No man
You the muthafucka did it
Well the court sentences you to death by chair

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

If they catch me barehanded, I'm
Rip's the six shot pump, so spill it
Copper lettin' the off
Copper thought that he had me

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

the fiends roll up for rocks 'n
This perfect getaway, from the pigs when I and I hit the fences
up the trench and I'm bailing while 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 what I preach and see that these slugs
Up in his body got him, run, wid coming

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

Made to be so, wid no In the hole but I won't budge
Sent me to deathrow, watchin' the by fly past
But Rip'll be sittin' never spineless, in silence

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

Bailin' on ah mission, flippin' the
Betta what the wind just blew in
Betta think again, a preacher wid ah grin
On ah mission for revenge, wid Mack-10

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause I'm making getaway, bound to getaway
Niggas got to escape and it's to late
When you dash and tryna'
Nigga just can't test the Bone

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

So feelin' safety coming
Hittin' the and jump in it quick
From Krayzie's tech-9 bullets

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

Soon as I in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog
And wid a rage and the guage can't let go
They labelled my nigga psychotic
Bitches is got him sittin' on

out the tower peeping the scene
So when my trail
Screaming out one eighty and bail
Gotta get my Rip out that cell, it's all over now

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause I'm straight for the woods
So the they follow behind me
We getaway smooth, ah nigga good
Came up quick to the

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

St.Claire, St.Claire, St.Claire, St.Claire
St.Claire, St.Claire, St.Claire, St.Claire