Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the boys admiration
from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the
But there's a long list of 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 well he asked me
"What you up to, the cops gon' you"
I was a teen off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God sent him, cause two cars entered the block
And at us, I ain't flinch 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 wait for him, she in the world straight hoeing
he looking at centerfolds of pretty girls
Showing they little cooch, 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 is over, it's real for the soldier
Walks in the courtroom, the look in his is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the back
I to crack a smile when I see him
Throw up a for black power, cause all we want is his freedom
He a court officer's gun and started squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leaving

Some niggas fuck they enemies in they ass when catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so don't 'em
They make you, disappear, this a year that I forget
Sold CD's platinum, met mo' execs
niggas, independent label, real killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now chilling
They had the coke game something
Sold music out the trunk of they car, that shit 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 they
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 letter say, "Nas I got your back, the don't play"
I rolled with some Crips down to a funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I the ho responsible
The nigga still in a hospital
Midnight crept in his room and shot the doctor too
See my in the game, thugging and things
He plugged me a dame who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, I'ma daddy Soprano
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
Should of tippy-toed, thought 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 hammers blow, wet three
See thought I had something to do, with all the drama
Cause I was with a crew, that had her killed
Called up my cousin, told him I ain't with you
He responded cool, but told me out here how motherfuckers

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