Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young admiration
Prince Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from
cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's
But there's a long list of high-profile
Worldwide on the side of things
Livest kings, some died, one guy, one
One day grabs me, as I'm to blast heat
40-side of Vernon, I turned well he me
"What you up to, the gon' bust you"
I was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled I
If God him, cause two squad cars entered the block
And looked at us, I ain't flinch they watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the do
man, throwing them bones
Hoping my ace get his case
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight
he looking at centerfolds of pretty girls
Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's proof
The D.A. who tried him was
A white dude, killed his during the case
jury, now the D.A. is being replaced
Pre-trial is over, it's real for the soldier
in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the back
I want to crack a when I see him
Throw up a for black power, cause all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a court gun and started squeezing
Then he the judge, screams out, nobody leaving everybody

niggas fuck they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so test 'em
They make you, disappear, a year that I won't forget
Sold double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, label, real killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they
They had the coke game something
Sold music out the of they car, that shit amazed me
Put me heron blunts, sherm or something
Took a puff, what the fuck, I to punch them
Southern ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
I left around them dudes, they cool but they crazy
Now I'm back around the old school raised me
New gangstas, we lounging, out in L.A. see
A dude wrote my from Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got back, the fools don't play"
I rolled with Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I the ho responsible
The nigga alive in a hospital
Midnight crept in his room and shot the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, thugging and
He plugged me with a dame who was
Gave the ass up, I'ma mack Soprano
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
Should of never tippy-toed, my eyes were closed
Opening the hotel room do', to let her in
But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li
I let the hammers blow, wet kids
See honey thought I had something to do, with all the
Cause I was with a crew, had her people killed
Called up my cousin, told him I ain't with you
He responded cool, but told me out this how motherfuckers

All I gotta say is that
If that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever get up?
How we ever get up if that's how we get down?
A shame you ain't look at it
My is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
Somebody gotta make a