Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Mason, gave the young boys admiration
Prince from and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood starving
cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's
But there's a long list of high-profile
Worldwide on the thorough of things
Livest kings, died, one guy, one time
One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast
40-side of Vernon, I well he asked me
"What you up to, the gon' bust you"
I was a teen off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God sent him, cause two squad cars entered the
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 gave my life to what the do
man, throwing them bones
Hoping my ace get his thrown
His girl ain't for him, she in the world straight hoeing
While he looking at centerfolds of girls
Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die living proof
The D.A. who tried him was
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 in his eyes is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the back
I want to a smile when I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we is his freedom
He a court officer's gun and started squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody everybody

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

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