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 neck raised
Scaring them
Keeping my Kerouac first
They in the first
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
These cats on
"ALL PETTY-THINGS"
Ready the cheap
I'ma 'em in their sleep

As as the door open
They hittin' the hopin'
To get to the row
Our shows is so

we go
the team grows
Who man,
They we do it right, but...

No one gives a about shit
So fuck shit
We shit up
Cause fucked 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 don't wanna think it
I wanna GET DOWN

(G-g-g-g-g-get down, get down)
Cause fucked...
I trying to hear that
I'm just trying to GET

we come up

MIKE

It ain't nothing but a thang
Get your faced peeled-off
Uday
rippin' 'em
Beware
got a new face
Class-war

what 'chu got
Show me what 'chu
Let me your market
YOUR STOCK
Bad credit, no
I'll never pay back
Banks guns
Farmers gray-slacks
Maybachs off
with the gattling
Beverly
rattling
We setting up Fight
You hang at night
We out cocktails...
...the kind light up!

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

(CHORUS REPEAT)

(MIKE: Uh huh, until we up
Jyeaah, I don't wanna 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.)