Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys
Prince from Queens and Fritz Harlem
legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky was the 70's
But there's a list of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough of things
kings, some died, one guy, one time
One day me, as I'm about to blast heat
40-side of Vernon, I turned well he me
"What you up to, the cops gon' 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 watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the do
Yeah man, throwing them
my ace get his case thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight
While he looking at centerfolds of girls
Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's living
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 is over, it's real 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 smile I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a court officer's gun and squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, out, nobody leaving everybody

Some niggas fuck they 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 double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, label, real killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now chilling
They had the coke game something
Sold music out the trunk of car, that shit amazed me
Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or
a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them
Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to 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 wrote 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 men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga still alive in a
they crept in his room and shot the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, and things
He plugged me with a dame who was
Gave the ass up, I'ma daddy Soprano
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
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 thought I had something to do, all the drama
Cause I was with a crew, had her people killed
Called up my cousin, told him I fucking with you
He responded cool, but told me out this how motherfuckers

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