Luyện nghe bài hát Word on the Street

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

I'm the crime scene on the major decon
Power steerin', the handle in the Jeep spin
Deep in the seat, pursuit by the precinct
My turned stake and let the beast in

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

Jakes givin' chase, now the my 'space
I was down the staircase, we met face to face
In the lobby, cold stares, show no
We out for now, but time we might go there

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

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

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

jump out, fucked up the driver side door
Called China, meet me in a with the pathfinder
No to talk, I'll fill you in when I find ya
Stopped at a neighborhood diner, brought me some
And swore to hold me down fire

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

The on the street, the evidence's concrete
My thief mysteriously got set free
The on the street, the photograph
Let the beast through the projects, the last you weap

You bein' watched like you new on the block roof tops
Get your moves on these hot shots, pop, stops
Party's over, bold soldier for his holster
Shot the lights out, struck the bouncer in his

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

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

Without from a crowd's position
ricochet off the strobe lights, strikin' Christians
My nigga slipped in, ammunition
To bust back, fuck that, them out of town gon' take the rap

It's war on the floor, quarter to 4
Before we peeled off, they tried to off the back door
Gats for the beast, high pursuit down the streets
Shot up my getaway Jeep, crashed the glass

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

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

The word on the street, the concrete
My cold thief got set free
The on the street, the photograph
Let the beast splash through the projects, the you weap