Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

P.O.S. :

(Uh, uh, uh uh
Yeah! I no.
I'm, like, details at this point...
It's though...)

Lungs like
Young black
on their neck raised
Scaring back
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 meals worth
All
Nihlist,
reddening
Need
meds!
All-dead
cats on that
"ALL PETTY-THINGS"
Ready the cheap
I'ma 'em in their sleep

As soon as the open
They 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 shit
We shit up
Cause shit's anyway...
Shit is to the ground
(I right)
I wanna think about it
I just GET DOWN

(CHORUS)

(G-g-g-g-g-get down, get down)
we come up
I wanna think about it
I wanna GET DOWN

(G-g-g-g-g-get down, get down)
shit's fucked...
I ain't trying to that
I'm just trying to GET

Until we up

MICTLAN:

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

Gimme what got
Show me 'chu want
Let me fish your
YOUR STOCK
Bad credit, no
Shit I'll pay back
Banks guns
Farmers gray-slacks
chopped off
mounted the gattling
Beverly
rattling
We setting up Clubs
You at night clubs
We out cocktails...
...the kind light up!

in the back
Get
the bar down
if spending 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: 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 clerrb on his back dude, and I 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.)