Luyện nghe bài hát Quick Way Out

[W.C.]
Down on my luck
Hangin at the park, shootin dice, and I just got..
And now I'm mad I'm broke as hell
Cause a nigga's unemployed plus I got out of jail
So now I gotta come up on a
but the lick I hit can't be no bullllllshit
So now I call up my nigga
My Ty, yeah, my homey from Wakeside
Yo nigga I need a lick
He told me to trip, he knew fool up on 75th
who had a safe and a lot of yea
Two six-fours and a ragtop on them thangs
He said motherfucker was worth ten mill'
I said, "Cool then a done deal"
Went to the pad and the black ski-mask
Put it on tight so could see my ass
So now I got the mac with the
in case these motherfuckers wanna play Goodfellas
Called up the crew; aiy
This motherfucker said he this nigga with some loot
So what's it gonna be, jack kidnap or rape?
Nawww just murder and a take
Cool, then set it up
Aight nigga here I
up the phone went to my room and I grabbed another gun
Slapped on my khakis, I'm
Went outside and jumped in the bucket, motherfucker on yeah
Three-wheel motion, up the M
Nigga Dana Dane's I call my rims
Scooped up Cool', now we in
Two niggaz a plan to get some loot
Hit the on my way to my homeboy's house
Lookin for a way out, nigga

So now we at my nigga Ty
Cookin up a plan on the best way to take this out
Just got out of Quentin for a
and I wanna go back so motherfucker put it on paper
[C:] And no sooner we got the info
I shot the nigga in the head with the
I grabbed my mac when the hit the flo'
God damn Coolio, what you shoot him
Look, I know you and you know me
but I don't him and that's the way it's gonna be
that nigga?
That was my nigga!
Yo fuck that nigga! WE CAN GET BIGGER!
So now we on our way to get
Rollin in a fucked up van with taped up license
Took the way through the alley
And now we're sweatin cause we just took a hit the wet daddy
Got out the van, hit the back gate
Everything's goin according to
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 it's gonna get popped
Awwwww, there go the nigga that we for
Fool, GET YO' MOTHERFUCKIN ASS ON THE
[C:] Now bound and gagged with duct tape
Dub, I got the safe
BAY-BAYYYY!
[C:] in the van and now we rollin
And I'm trippin off fat-ass grip that I'm holdin
And the nigga, huh, worry about him
Took the combination and the yea and I him
We got the and now we in route
to get a motherfuckin drink and some boots
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 to drop before the streets get hot
But little did we know the nigga we smoked
had some homies in the cut, sittin in the
So now we gettin by some niggaz in the cut
but I bet this make they ass stay back
Hit up the gat, my shit is jammed
Good thing a had a backup plan
But it's too late to grab the gat
Burnin rubber in the bucket and we
[C:] So we jumped out the van and no matter what the
we had our mind set on sendin niggaz to and Ross
But this time a nigga wasn't blind
Fucked and got smoked at the end of the crime