Luyện nghe bài hát Quick Way Out

[W.C.]
Down on my luck
at the park, shootin dice, and I just got.. bucked
And now I'm mad I'm broke as hell
a nigga's unemployed plus I just got out of jail
So now I come up on a lick
but the that I hit can't be no bullllllshit
So now I gotta call up my
My nigga Ty, yeah, my homey from
Yo nigga whassup? I a lick
He told me to trip, he knew this fool up on
who had a and a whole lot of yea
Two six-fours and a ragtop sittin on thangs
He this motherfucker was worth ten mill'
I said, "Cool then it's a deal"
Went to the pad and grabbed the ski-mask
Put it on so nobody could see my ass
So now I got the mac with the
just in case these wanna play Goodfellas
Called up the aiy Coolio
This said he knew this nigga with some loot
[C:] So what's it be, jack kidnap or rape?
Nawww motherfucker just and a take
Cool, then set it up
Aight nigga I come
Hung up the phone went to my room and I grabbed gun
Slapped on my khakis, I'm
Went outside and in the bucket, motherfucker it's on yeah
Three-wheel motion, up the M
Nigga Dane's what I call my rims
Scooped up Cool', now we in
Two niggaz with a to get some loot
Hit the one-ten on my way to my homeboy's
Lookin for a way out, nigga

So now we at my Ty house
Cookin up a plan on the way to take this nigga out
Just got out of Quentin for a
and I don't go back so motherfucker put it on paper
[C:] And no than we got the info
I shot the in the head with the fo'-fo'
I grabbed my mac when the hit the flo'
God damn Coolio, you shoot him fo'?
Look, I know you and you know me
but I don't know him and that's the way it's be
that 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 way through the alley
And now we're sweatin cause we took a hit from the wet daddy
[C:] Got out the van, hit the back
Everything's goin according to
I had the and Dub had the back
I had the and he had the mac
Now we runnin through the house motherfuckin SWAT
and if anything move gonna get popped
Awwwww, there go the nigga we lookin for
Fool, GET YO' ASS ON THE FLO'
Now he's bound and gagged with duct tape
Dub, I got the motherfuckin
BAY-BAYYYY!
[C:] in the van and now we rollin
And I'm trippin off this fat-ass grip that I'm
And the nigga, huh, don't about him
the combination and the yea and I shot him
We got the loot and now we in
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 ducats to before the streets get hot
But little did we know that the we smoked
had some homies in the cut, sittin in the
So now we chased by some niggaz in the cut
but I bet this mac'll make ass stay back
Hit up the gat, damn my is jammed
Good thing a nigga had a plan
But too late to grab the extra gat
Burnin in the bucket and we cracked
So we jumped out the van and no matter what the cost
we had our mind set on niggaz to Harris and Ross
But time a nigga wasn't color blind
Fucked around and got smoked at the end of the