Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys
Prince Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from
Pushing cars, Barnes was the 70's
But a long list of high-profile celebrities
on the thorough side of things
Livest kings, died, one guy, one time
One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast
40-side of Vernon, I turned he asked me
"What you up to, the gon' bust you"
I was a drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God him, cause two squad cars entered the block
And looked at us, I ain't flinch when watched
I took it upstairs, the mirror, brushed my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I almost 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 looking at centerfolds of pretty
Showing they little cooch, gangstas die he's living proof
The D.A. who tried him was
A white dude, killed his during the case
Hung jury, now the D.A. is replaced
Pre-trial hearing is over, it's for the soldier
in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the aisle
I want to a smile when I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we is his freedom
He grabbed a court gun and started squeezing
Then he the judge, screams out, nobody leaving everybody

Some niggas they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
niggas are dangerous, so don't test 'em
They make you, disappear, this a year that I won't
CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, label, real killers
Know the business, ran for years, now they chilling
They had the coke game something
Sold music out the trunk of they car, shit amazed me
Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or
a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them
Southern ain't slow, nigga 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 Crips down to a funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I the ho responsible
The still alive in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his room and shot the 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
Opening the hotel do', to let her goons in
But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li
I let the blow, wet three kids
See honey I had something to do, with all the drama
Cause I was with a crew, had her people killed
Called up my cousin, him I ain't fucking 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 gon' get up if how we get down?
A shame when you look at it
My is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
Somebody make a change