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
black terror-attack
Hair on their raised
Scaring them
Keeping my first rate
They in the grade
Begging like
"Gimme-gimme-waaaah"
We too dirty, man

Skinny Nah,
All sense, no jar

fed
No meals worth
All
Nihlist,
Mind-set
what?
meds!
All-dead
These on that
"ALL PETTY-THINGS"
with 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 team grows
Who man,
They we do it right, but...

No one gives a fuck shit
So fuck your
We shit up
Cause shit's anyway...
Shit is running to the
(I right)
I wanna think about it
I just wanna GET

(CHORUS)

(G-g-g-g-g-get down, get down)
we come up
I don't wanna think 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 trying to GET

Until we up

MIKE

It nothing but a Doomtree-goon thang
Get your peeled-off homeboy
Hussein
Bare-hand 'em
Beware
got a new face
Class-war

what 'chu got
Show me what want
Let me fish market
CRASH YOUR
Bad credit, no
Shit I'll pay back
Banks selling
Farmers hunting
chopped off
mounted with the
Trill-billies
Treasure-trunk
We up Fight Clubs
You hang at clubs
We out cocktails...
...the that light up!

in the back
Get
Burn the bar
if you're more 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, we come up
Jyeaah, I don't wanna think it, jyeeah)

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

(MIKE: we out here in tha clerrrb with my shurrrt off, with P.O.S.... and Doomtree, you heard 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.)