Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol
And Pappy Mason, gave the boys admiration
from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the
But there's a list of high-profile celebrities
on the thorough side of things
Livest kings, some died, one guy, one
One day grabs me, as I'm about to heat
40-side of Vernon, I turned well he 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 entered the
And at us, I ain't flinch when they watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, my hair
at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do
Yeah man, them bones
Hoping my ace get his case
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight
While he at centerfolds of pretty girls
they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's living proof
The D.A. who tried him was
A white dude, his mother during the case
Hung jury, now the D.A. is replaced
Pre-trial hearing is over, real for the soldier
Walks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is
Triple-homicide, I sit in the aisle
I want to a smile when I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a court officer's gun and started
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody everybody

Some niggas fuck enemies in they 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, independent label, killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they
had the coke game something crazy
Sold music out the trunk of they car, shit amazed me
Put me onto heron blunts, or something
a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them
Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga to play me
I left from around them dudes, they cool but crazy
Now I'm back the old school that raised 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 Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga still alive in a
Midnight they crept in his 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 mack Soprano
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
Should of never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were
Opening the hotel do', to let her goons in
But I moved in a manner, on Jet Li shit
I let the blow, wet three kids
See honey I had something to do, with all the drama
Cause I was a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, told him I ain't fucking you
He cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers

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