Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the boys admiration
Prince from Queens and from Harlem
legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Barnes was the 70's
But there's a long list of high-profile
on the thorough side of things
Livest kings, died, one guy, one time
One day grabs me, as I'm about to heat
40-side of Vernon, I turned he asked me
"What you up to, the cops gon' you"
I was a teen off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God sent him, cause two cars entered the block
And at us, I ain't flinch when they watched
I it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair
Staring at a disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do
Yeah man, them bones
my ace get his case thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the straight hoeing
While he at centerfolds of pretty girls
Showing they cooch, gangstas don't die he's living proof
The D.A. who him was lying
A white dude, killed his during the case
jury, now the D.A. is being replaced
Pre-trial hearing is over, it's 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 when I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his
He grabbed a court officer's gun and started
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, leaving everybody

Some niggas fuck they enemies in they ass when catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so don't 'em
They make you, disappear, this a year that I won't
CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, independent label, killers
the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chilling
They had the coke something 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 them
Southern niggas ain't slow, tried to play me
I left from around dudes, they cool but they crazy
Now I'm around the old school that raised 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 rolled with some down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga still alive in a
Midnight crept in his room and shot the doctor too
See my in the game, thugging and things
He me with a dame 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 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 a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, told him I ain't fucking you
He responded cool, but told me out this how motherfuckers

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