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 smokestacks
Young black
on their neck raised
Scaring back
Keeping my Kerouac rate
in the first grade
Begging like
"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"
Ready with the
I'ma beat 'em in sleep

As as the door open
hittin' the floor hopin'
To get to the row
Our is so lightning

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

No one a fuck about shit
So your shit
We shit up
Cause shit's anyway...
is running to the ground
(I right)
I wanna think about it
I just wanna GET

(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)
Cause fucked...
I ain't trying to that
I'm just trying to GET

Until we up

MICTLAN:

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

Gimme what got
Show me what 'chu
Let me fish market
YOUR STOCK
Bad credit, no
Shit I'll never pay
Banks guns
Farmers gray-slacks
Maybachs off
with the gattling
Beverly
Treasure-trunk
We setting up Clubs
You hang at night
We out cocktails...
...the kind that up!

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

(CHORUS REPEAT)

(MIKE: Uh huh, until we 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, 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.)