Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

P.O.S. :

(Uh, uh, uh uh
Yeah! I no.
I'm, like, sweating at this point...
good though...)

Lungs like
Young black
Hair on their neck
Scaring them
my Kerouac first rate
They in the first
Begging like
"Gimme-gimme-waaaah"
We too dirty, man

Skinny Nah,
All sense, no jar

fed
No worth mentioning
All
Nihlist,
Mind-set
what?
meds!
All-dead
These cats on
"ALL PETTY-THINGS"
Ready with the
beat 'em in their sleep

As soon as the open
hittin' the floor hopin'
To get to the row
Our is so lightning

we go
the team steadily
Who man,
They we do it right, but...

No one a fuck about shit
So fuck your
We fuck up
shit's fucked anyway...
Shit is to the ground
(I right)
I don't wanna about it
I just GET DOWN

(CHORUS)

(G-g-g-g-g-get down, get down)
we come up
I don't wanna about it
I just GET DOWN

(G-g-g-g-g-get down, get down)
Cause fucked...
I ain't to hear that
I'm just to GET DOWN

Until we up

MIKE

It ain't nothing but a thang
Get your faced peeled-off
Hussein
Bare-hand 'em
citizen
Terror's got a new
hooligan

Gimme 'chu got
Show me what 'chu
Let me fish your
YOUR STOCK
Bad credit, no
I'll never pay back
Banks selling
Farmers gray-slacks
Maybachs off
with the gattling
Beverly
Treasure-trunk
We setting up Fight
You hang at clubs
We out cocktails...
...the that light up!

in the back
Get
Burn the bar
if you're spending than $50
And if we up the scene... (yeah right)
I don't think about it
I just GET DOWN

(CHORUS REPEAT)

(MIKE: Uh huh, until we up
Jyeaah, I don't wanna think it, jyeeah)

(P.O.S: all bad...)

(MIKE: Hurrrd we out here in tha clerrrb with my shurrrt off, with P.O.S.... and Doomtree, you me? Yeah, he had the whole clerrb on his back dude, and I came in the back dude... and I couldn't get in the front door... And, I was in the clurrb the other day with my shirt off, and it's like. No shirt, no shoes, no slurrvice, I'm snerious.)