Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the boys admiration
Prince from Queens and Fritz from
Street legends, the kept the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the
But there's a list of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough of things
Livest kings, some died, one guy, one
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 sent him, cause two squad cars the block
And looked at us, I ain't flinch when they
I it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I almost gave my to what the dice do
Yeah man, throwing bones
my ace get his case thrown
His girl ain't for him, she in the world straight hoeing
While he looking at of pretty girls
Showing little cooch, gangstas don't die he's living proof
The D.A. who him was lying
A white dude, killed his during the case
Hung jury, now the D.A. is replaced
Pre-trial hearing is over, it's real for the
in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the aisle
I want to crack a smile I see him
up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a court officer's gun and started
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, leaving everybody

Some niggas fuck they enemies in ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so don't 'em
make you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget
Sold CD's double platinum, met mo'
Southern niggas, label, real killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they
They had the coke something crazy
Sold music out the trunk of car, that shit amazed me
Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch
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 school that me
New gangstas, we lounging, out in L.A. see
A dude wrote my dawg Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got your back, the fools play"
I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I the ho responsible
The nigga still alive in a
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, mack daddy Soprano
She passed me the indigo, but the
Should of tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed
the hotel room do', to let her goons in
But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li
I let the hammers blow, wet three
See honey I had something to do, with all the drama
I was with a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, told him I fucking with you
He cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers

All I gotta say is that
If that's how our gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?
How we ever 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
gotta make a change