Luyện nghe bài hát Word on the Street

Smooth getaway,
One on my ass
(Getaway)
'Bout to make this hundred yard
the cash

I'm fleein' the crime scene on the decon
steerin', lost the handle in the Jeep spin
Deep in the seat, high by the precinct
My co-defendant stake and let the beast in

They rush my old Earth lab, 50 g's cash
In the stash and let the glock
Sun dash down the fire escape past the gate
The weed gate, thought it was a sting, the tre' 8

givin' chase, now the dread's my 'space
I was creepin' down the staircase, we met to face
In the lobby, stares, show no fear
We out for now, but next time we might go

'Cuz po's here, turned down the walkie talkie
I thought I heard one tell the that he caught me
Damn, got my man, he knows shit
Bitch nigga that I with told shit

I layed low, 007 'til I get
He told where my wiz and where the whip's parked
Got my address off the plate
eliminates, headin' to my next restin' place

Uncertain, my wiz from behind the curtain
It the high beam from the chicky lurkin'
The high speed chase, got my
I needed a diversion, in the side of a suburban
In the mirror, I'm starin' at the of the lord

Couldn't jump out, fucked up the driver door
Called China, meet me in a half the pathfinder
No time to talk, I'll fill you in I find ya
Stopped at a neighborhood diner, brought me some
And swore to me down under fire

The word on the street, they can't my rap sheets
Still I swift, tryin' to slip all heat
The word on the street, thing's way beyond deep
Promise me you'll keep ya mouth and don't leak

The on the street, the evidence's concrete
My cold mysteriously got set free
The word on the street, the
Let the beast splash the projects, the last you weap

You bein' watched like you new on the from roof tops
Get moves on these hot shots, pop, music stops
Party's over, soldier move for his holster
Shot the lights out, the bouncer in his shoulder

Hard times for po-9, can't control the sweep
For move backstage, we V.I.P. passes
Jakes mace, riots takin' place
When the Clan show they face, the show they place

Get blunt rolled, fuck the 5-0, they want it dun' know
get tripped over, niggaz wildin' the front row
Fire marshall a beat down, tryin' to cut my sound
dispatcher, back-up, bustin' rounds

Without intermission from a position
Bullets ricochet off the strobe lights, strikin'
My nigga in, 'nuff ammunition
To back, fuck that, them out of town cats gon' take the rap

It's war on the dance floor, to 4
Before we peeled off, they to seal off the back door
Gats for the beast, high pursuit the side streets
up my getaway Jeep, crashed the front glass

Flew the head rest off the seat
I grabbed the heat, catched in the wif in and on feet
While the locals interrogated for and photos
for 5-0, swappin' info for dough

The word on the street, they can't trace my rap
Still I swift, tryin' to slip all heat
The word on the street, this thing's way deep
Promise me keep ya mouth close and don't leak

The on the street, the evidence's concrete
My cold mysteriously got set free
The word on the street, the
Let the splash through the projects, the last you weap