Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young admiration
Prince from Queens and Fritz from
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from
Pushing cars, Nicky was the 70's
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 to blast heat
40-side of Vernon, I turned well he me
"What you up to, the cops gon' you"
I was a drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God sent him, cause two squad entered the block
And looked at us, I flinch when they watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my
Staring at a disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do
Yeah man, them bones
my ace get his case thrown
His girl wait for him, she in the world straight hoeing
he looking at centerfolds of pretty girls
Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die 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 aisle
I want to a smile when I see him
Throw up a for black power, cause all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a officer's gun and started squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leaving

Some niggas fuck they in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass are dangerous, so don't test 'em
They make you, disappear, a year that I won't 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 coke game crazy
music out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me
Put me heron blunts, sherm 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, 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 my dawg from Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got 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 nigga still alive in a
Midnight they in his room and shot the doctor too
See my in the game, thugging and things
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, my eyes 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 kids
See honey thought I had something to do, with all the
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 me out here this how motherfuckers

All I really gotta say is
If that's how our gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?
How we ever gon' get up if how we get down?
A shame when you look at it
My is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
Somebody gotta make a