Luyện nghe bài hát Down '71 (the Getaway)

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

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

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

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

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

the fiends roll 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 while trailing
Better in than in the cell and it ain't no telling

Where the coppers be
One had spotted me, pick up ah piece and a me
But, I practice what I 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 end they set in, then they lead in
They me off in the coffin

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

Made to be so, wid no parole In the hole but I budge
Sent me to deathrow, watchin' the time by fly
But be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silence

Hoping I die fast, but chill, never do,
get put that on all me reefer
Somehow must ya, so peep out the creep or
The reaper meet ya

Bailin' on ah mission, flippin' the
Betta check what the wind just in
Betta think again, it's a 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
Steady made 'em glock went pop pop
Goin' out a thug on the double glock

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

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

them can't fade 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 give my nigga Zs the Mack-10

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

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

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

So Krayzie feelin' safety
Hittin' the fence and in it quick
From Krayzie's tech-9 humming

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

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

Scoping out the tower the scene
So my niggas trail
Screaming out one seven and bail
Gotta get my Rip out that cell, it's all over now

How my nigga one disguised as the preacher
Won't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival nigga so I the
Tech millimetre, done 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 he hit that fence niggas got cut the fuck up
We steady bucking, duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'

All we was thinking is get caught
like me get the gun running
Gunning wid thugs gotta get to the smug
Turn around and we slugs, put 'em in the mud

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

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

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

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

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

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

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