Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

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

Some niggas fuck they enemies in ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so test 'em
They make you, disappear, this a year that I won't
Sold CD's double platinum, met mo'
Southern niggas, label, real killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now chilling
They had the coke game crazy
Sold music out the trunk of they car, shit amazed me
Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch
Southern niggas slow, nigga tried to play me
I left from around them dudes, cool but they crazy
Now I'm back around the old school raised me
New gangstas, we lounging, out in L.A. see
A wrote my dawg from Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got your back, the don't play"
I rolled with some Crips down to a funeral
Never saw so men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga alive in a hospital
they crept in his room and shot the doctor too
See my in the game, thugging and things
He plugged me with a who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, I'ma daddy Soprano
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
of never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed
Opening the hotel room do', to let her in
But I in a manner, on some Jet Li shit
I let the hammers blow, wet three
See honey thought I had something to do, with all the
Cause I was with a crew, that had her people
Called up my cousin, told him I ain't fucking you
He responded cool, but me out here 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 gon' get up if how we get down?
A shame when you ain't at it
My is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
Somebody make a change