Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

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

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