Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, the young boys admiration
Prince from Queens and Fritz from
legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Barnes was the 70's
But there's a long list of celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough of things
Livest kings, died, one guy, one time
One day grabs me, as I'm to blast heat
of Vernon, I turned well he asked me
"What you up to, the cops bust you"
I was a teen 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 took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I gave my life to what the dice do
Yeah man, them bones
Hoping my ace get his thrown
His ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoeing
While he looking at centerfolds of pretty
Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's proof
The D.A. who him was lying
A white dude, killed his mother during the
Hung jury, now the D.A. is being
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 to crack a smile when I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we is his freedom
He grabbed a court officer's gun and squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, leaving everybody

Some niggas fuck they enemies in they ass when catch 'em
niggas are dangerous, so don't test 'em
They make you, disappear, this a year I won't forget
CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, independent label, killers
the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chilling
They had the coke game something
Sold out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me
Put me onto heron blunts, or something
Took a puff, 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 around the old school that me
New gangstas, we lounging, out in L.A. see
A dude my dawg from Pelican Bay
The say, "Nas I got your back, the fools don't play"
I with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The still alive in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his and shot the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, thugging and
He plugged me with a dame who was
Gave the ass up, mack daddy Soprano
She passed me the indigo, but the
Should of never tippy-toed, 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 ain't with you
He responded cool, but told me out this how motherfuckers

All I really gotta say is
If that's how our people 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 folk is yo' folk, but we all
Somebody make a change