Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys
Prince from Queens and from Harlem
legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the
But there's a list of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough side of
Livest kings, died, one guy, one time
One day me, as I'm about to blast heat
of Vernon, I turned well he asked me
"What you up to, the cops bust you"
I was a teen drunk off brew, I wondered
If God sent him, cause two squad entered the block
And looked at us, I flinch when they watched
I took it upstairs, the mirror, brushed my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the do
Yeah man, throwing them
Hoping my ace get his thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world hoeing
While he looking at centerfolds of girls
Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's proof
The D.A. who tried him was
A dude, killed his mother during the case
Hung jury, now the D.A. is replaced
Pre-trial hearing is over, real for the soldier
Walks in the courtroom, the in his eyes is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the aisle
I want to crack a smile I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we is his freedom
He grabbed a court officer's gun and started
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leaving

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

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