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 muthafuckin' in court
Man fuck dat man got my nigga man that shit ain't cool man
"Okay order in the court" The versus Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

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

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

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

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

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

the coppers 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 got him, run, wid smoke coming

the barrel ah, me gun
Hit the bend, oh the dum, dum I got yum
Yummed on the dead end they set in, then they in
They 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 eyes of a judge, he 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 by fly past
But Rip'll be sittin' mindless spineless, in silence

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lettin' the gun gun on they ass
Gotta rip in chests 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 tryna'
Nigga can't test the Bone fate

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And all my face 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 crazy

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

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

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

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

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

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