Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

P.O.S. :

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

Lungs smokestacks
Young black
Hair on their raised
them back
Keeping my first rate
in the first grade
Begging 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
hittin' the floor hopin'
To get to the row
Our is so lightning

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

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

(CHORUS)

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

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

Until we up

MIKE

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

Gimme what got
me what 'chu want
Let me fish market
CRASH STOCK
Bad credit, no
Shit never pay back
Banks selling
hunting gray-slacks
Maybachs off
mounted with the
Beverly
Treasure-trunk
We setting up Clubs
You hang at clubs
We out cocktails...
...the kind light up!

Everybody in the
Get
the bar down
if you're more than $50
And if we up the scene... (yeah right)
I don't wanna about it
I wanna GET DOWN

(CHORUS REPEAT)

(MIKE: Uh huh, until we up
Jyeaah, I don't 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 clerrb on his back dude, and I came in the 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.)