Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys
Prince from Queens and Fritz from
Street legends, the kept the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky was the 70's
But there's a list of high-profile celebrities
on the thorough side of things
Livest kings, died, one guy, one time
One day grabs me, as I'm about to heat
40-side of Vernon, I well he asked me
"What you up to, the cops gon' you"
I was a drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God him, cause two squad cars entered the block
And looked at us, I ain't when they watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my
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 wait for him, she in the straight hoeing
he looking at centerfolds of pretty girls
Showing they cooch, gangstas don't die he's living proof
The D.A. who tried him was
A white dude, killed his mother the case
Hung jury, now the D.A. is 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 aisle
I want to crack a when I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a officer's gun and started squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, 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
Sold double platinum, met mo' execs
niggas, independent label, real killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they
They had the game something crazy
Sold music out the trunk of they car, that amazed me
Put me heron blunts, sherm or something
Took a puff, the fuck, I turned to punch them
Southern ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
I left around them dudes, they cool but they crazy
Now I'm around the old school that raised 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 fools play"
I rolled some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga still in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his room and shot the too
See my cousin's in the game, thugging and
He me with a dame who was half-Mexicano
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 room do', to let her goons in
But I moved in a manner, on Jet Li shit
I let the hammers blow, wet kids
See honey I had something to do, with all the drama
Cause I was with a crew, had her people killed
Called up my cousin, him I ain't fucking with you
He responded cool, but told me out 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 get up if that's how we get down?
A shame when you ain't at it
My is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
Somebody make a change