Luyện nghe bài hát Quick Way Out

[W.C.]
Down on my motherfuckin
Hangin at the park, dice, and I just got.. bucked
And now I'm mad cause I'm as hell
Cause a nigga's plus I just got out of jail
So now I come up on a lick
but the lick that I hit can't be no
So now I call up my nigga
My nigga Ty, yeah, my homey Wakeside
Yo whassup? I need a lick
He told me to trip, he this fool up on 75th
who had a and a whole lot of yea
Two six-fours and a ragtop on them thangs
He said this motherfucker was worth ten
I said, "Cool then a done deal"
Went to the pad and the black ski-mask
Put it on so nobody could see my ass
So now I got the mac with the
just in case these motherfuckers wanna play
up the crew; aiy Coolio
This motherfucker said he knew nigga with some loot
[C:] So what's it gonna be, jack kidnap or
Nawww just murder and a take
[C:] Cool, set it up
Aight nigga here I
Hung up the phone went to my and I grabbed another gun
Slapped on my khakis, I'm
outside and jumped in the bucket, motherfucker it's on yeah
Three-wheel motion, up the M
Dana Dane's what I call my rims
Scooped up Cool', now we in
Two with a plan to get some loot
Hit the on my way to my homeboy's house
for a quick way out, nigga

So now we at my Ty house
Cookin up a plan on the way to take this nigga out
got out of Quentin for a caper
and I wanna go back so motherfucker put it on paper
And no sooner than we got the info
I shot the nigga in the head with the
I grabbed my mac when the motherfucker hit the
God damn Coolio, what you shoot him
[C:] Look, I know you and you me
but I don't him and that's the way it's gonna be
Who's nigga?
That was my nigga!
Yo fuck that nigga! WE CAN GET BIGGER!
So now we on our way to get
in a fucked up van with taped up license plates
Took the back way the alley
And now we're sweatin cause we took a hit from the wet daddy
Got out the van, hit the back gate
Everything's according to plan
I had the front and Dub had the
I had the and he had the mac
Now we runnin the house like motherfuckin SWAT
and if anything move it's get popped
Awwwww, go the nigga that we lookin for
Fool, GET YO' MOTHERFUCKIN ASS ON THE
Now he's bound and gagged with duct tape
Dub, I got the motherfuckin
BAY-BAYYYY!
Jumped in the van and now we rollin
And I'm trippin off this fat-ass that I'm holdin
And the nigga, huh, worry about him
Took the and the yea and I shot him
We got the loot and now we in
to get a motherfuckin drink and knock some
Big money big trout no doubt
I'm lookin for a way out, motherfucker!
{*tires peel, instrumental
[W.C.]
So now we on our way to the
A bucket full of ducats to before the streets get hot
But little did we that the nigga we smoked
had homies in the cut, sittin in the six-fo'
So now we gettin chased by niggaz in the cut
but I bet this make they ass stay back
Hit up the gat, my shit is jammed
Good a nigga had a backup plan
But too late to grab the extra gat
Burnin rubber in the and we cracked
[C:] So we jumped out the van and no what the cost
we had our mind set on sendin niggaz to and Ross
But time a nigga wasn't color blind
around and got smoked at the end of the crime