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
Young terror-attack
Hair on their raised
Scaring them
my Kerouac first rate
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,
Mind-set
Need
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 steadily
Who man,
figure we do it right, but...

No one gives a fuck shit
So fuck your
We fuck up
shit's fucked anyway...
Shit is running to the
(I right)
I don't wanna think it
I wanna 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 ain't trying to hear
I'm just trying to GET

Until we up

MICTLAN:

It nothing but a Doomtree-goon thang
Get faced peeled-off homeboy
Uday
Bare-hand 'em
citizen
Terror's got a new
hooligan

Gimme what got
Show me what 'chu
Let me fish your
YOUR STOCK
Bad credit, no
Shit I'll pay back
Banks selling
hunting gray-slacks
Maybachs off
with the gattling
Beverly
Treasure-trunk
We setting up Fight
You hang at night
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 think it
I just 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 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.)