Luyện nghe bài hát Down '71 (the Getaway)

Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man dat man put that shit out man
You 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court
Man fuck dat man they got my nigga man that shit cool man
"Okay order in the court" The versus Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

number C601999 will the defendant please stand
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 death by electric

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

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

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

Where the fiends roll up for 'n
perfect getaway, from the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences
Rippin' up the trench and I'm bailing while trailing
Better in hell than in the cell and it ain't no

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

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

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

Made to be so, wid no parole In the hole but I won't
me to deathrow, watchin' the time by fly past
But be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silence

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause can't fade me guage
Gotta bust them 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 double Zs the Mack-10

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

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

We steadily duckin'
up to the front door barri-caded
And I pulled ah grenade, tossed to the door, let it
And we made it, creepin' in the

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

Well it seems as if two boys Bizzy and Layzie
Done got theyselves into 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
They labelled my nigga psychotic
Bitches is got him on deathrow

Scoping out the peeping the scene
So when my niggas
out one eighty seven 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 so I creep the
Tech millimetre, somebody done pull the now it's on
Slaughterin' Bone, sprayed off the

Gotta let 'em know way was on
We got but them police was pullin' up quick nigga what's up
Quick in first when 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 fronting wid gotta get to the smug
around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud

And all across my was the red that 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 niggas they ain't scared to shoot
Now I'm rolling, no more than ah half ah mile we get
Cops surround Bone, we glocks
And squeeze say fuck all these road

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

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

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

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

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