Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

P.O.S. :

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

Lungs smokestacks
black terror-attack
Hair on neck raised
Scaring them
Keeping my Kerouac first
in the first grade
Begging babies
"Gimme-gimme-waaaah"
We too dirty, man

Skinny Nah,
All sense, no jar

fed
No worth mentioning
All
Nihlist,
reddening
Need
meds!
All-dead
These cats on
"ALL PETTY-THINGS"
with the cheap
I'ma beat 'em in their

As soon as the open
They hittin' the 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 about shit
So your shit
We fuck 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)
Until we up
I don't wanna think it
I wanna GET DOWN

(G-g-g-g-g-get down, get down)
shit's fucked...
I trying to hear that
I'm trying to GET DOWN

we come up

MIKE

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

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

Everybody in the
Get
Burn the bar
if spending more than $50
And if we up the scene... (yeah right)
I don't wanna think it
I wanna GET DOWN

(CHORUS REPEAT)

(MIKE: Uh huh, we come 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 clerrb on his back dude, and I came in the back dude... and I 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.)