Luyện nghe bài hát Down '71 (the Getaway)

Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man fuck dat man put shit out man
You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no weed in court
Man fuck dat man they got my man that shit ain't cool man
"Okay order in the court" The people versus Bone

Case number will the defendant please stand
Is there anything you wish to say on this
sentencing Bizzy Bone? No man
You the muthafucka did it
Well the court sentences you to by electric chair

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

If they catch me barehanded, I'm
gripping the six shot pump, so spill it
Copper the lead off
Copper that 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 duckin' wid ah gun already buckin'
Bust me lead on the double 'n

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

Where the coppers be
One had spotted me, pick up ah and shot a me
But, I practice I preach and see that these slugs
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 set in, then they lead in
wanting me off in the coffin

Cops from everywhere was yellin and I went unconcious
From the 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 knew right to put that thug

Made to be so, wid no parole In the hole but I budge
me to deathrow, watchin' the time by fly past
But Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in

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

Bailin' on ah mission, the script
Betta check what the wind just in
Betta again, it's a preacher wid ah grin
On ah mission for revenge, wid that

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

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

When I heard them mumbles, pullin' me guage in
buckin 'em faster all I was thinkin'
When I see them scatter
Betta watch out for them

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

the gun gun blaze on they ass
Gotta rip in them through vests
Mack-10s, off eruptions, got plenty ammunition
No listen destruction, I'm bustin'

'Cause I'm making getaway, bound to getaway
Niggas got to escape and it's never to
you dash and tryna' break
Nigga can't test the Bone fate

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

So Krayzie safety coming
Hittin' the fence and jump in it
From Krayzie's tech-9 humming

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

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

out the tower peeping the scene
So when my trail
Screaming out one seven and bail
Gotta get my nigga Rip out cell, it's all over now

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

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

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

And all across my face was the red lay in blood
the who, make the gun flip wid ah swoo
Bailing on wid my troops
I'm wid 4 crazy niggas

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

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

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

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

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

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