Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, the young boys admiration
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
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 teen off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God sent him, cause two squad cars the block
And at us, I ain't flinch when they watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my
at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do
Yeah man, throwing them
my ace get his case thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the straight hoeing
While he looking at centerfolds of pretty
Showing they cooch, gangstas don't die he's living proof
The D.A. who tried him was
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 look in his is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the aisle
I to crack 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 the judge, screams out, nobody leaving everybody

Some niggas fuck they enemies in ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so test 'em
They make you, disappear, this a year that I forget
CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, label, real killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now chilling
They had the game something crazy
Sold music out the of they car, that shit amazed me
Put me heron blunts, sherm or something
a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them
Southern niggas slow, nigga tried to play me
I left from around them dudes, they but they crazy
Now I'm back around the old school raised me
New gangstas, we lounging, out in L.A. see
A dude wrote my dawg Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got back, the fools don't play"
I rolled with some down to a Crenshaw funeral
saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga alive in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his and shot the doctor too
See my in the game, thugging 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, thought my were closed
Opening the hotel room do', to let her in
But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li
I let the hammers blow, wet three
See thought I had something to do, with all the drama
Cause I was with a crew, that had her people
Called up my cousin, him I ain't fucking with you
He responded cool, but me out here 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 shame you ain't look at it
My folk is yo' folk, but we all
Somebody gotta a change