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 smokestacks
Young black
on their neck raised
Scaring them
Keeping my Kerouac first
They in the grade
like babies
"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 the cheap
I'ma beat 'em in sleep

As soon as the door
They hittin' the hopin'
To get to the row
Our is so lightning

we go
the steadily grows
Who man,
figure we do it right, but...

No one gives a about shit
So fuck shit
We shit up
Cause fucked anyway...
is running to the ground
(I right)
I don't think about it
I wanna GET DOWN

(CHORUS)

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

(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

MICTLAN:

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

Gimme what got
Show me what 'chu
Let me your market
CRASH YOUR
Bad credit, no
Shit I'll never pay
selling guns
Farmers gray-slacks
chopped off
mounted the gattling
Trill-billies
Treasure-trunk
We setting up Clubs
You hang at night
We out cocktails...
...the that light up!

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

(CHORUS REPEAT)

(MIKE: Uh huh, until we up
Jyeaah, I wanna think about 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 heard me? Yeah, he had the whole 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.)