Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys
from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from
cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's
But there's a long of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the side of things
kings, some died, one guy, one time
One day me, as I'm about to blast heat
of Vernon, I turned well he asked me
"What you up to, the gon' bust you"
I was a teen off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God sent him, cause two cars entered the block
And looked at us, I ain't flinch they watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I gave my life to what the dice do
man, throwing them bones
Hoping my ace get his case
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world hoeing
While he looking at centerfolds of pretty
Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's proof
The D.A. who tried him was
A white dude, killed his during the case
Hung jury, now the D.A. is being
Pre-trial is over, it's real for the soldier
Walks in the courtroom, the in his eyes is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the aisle
I want to crack a when I see him
Throw up a fist for power, cause all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a officer's gun and started squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody everybody

Some niggas fuck they enemies in they ass they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so test 'em
They you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget
Sold double platinum, met mo' execs
niggas, independent label, real killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they
They had the game something crazy
Sold music out the trunk of car, that shit amazed me
Put me onto blunts, sherm or something
a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them
Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga to play me
I left from around them dudes, cool but they crazy
Now I'm around the old school that raised me
New gangstas, we lounging, out in L.A. see
A dude wrote my dawg Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got back, the fools don't play"
I rolled with some Crips down to a funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho
The nigga alive in a hospital
they crept in his room and shot the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, thugging and
He plugged me a dame who was half-Mexicano
the ass up, I'ma mack daddy Soprano
She passed me the indigo, but the
Should of never tippy-toed, thought my were closed
Opening the hotel do', to let her goons in
But I in a manner, on some Jet Li shit
I let the hammers blow, wet three
See honey I had something to do, with all the drama
Cause I was with a crew, that had her killed
Called up my cousin, told him I ain't with you
He responded cool, but me out here this how motherfuckers

All I really say is that
If that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever get up?
How we ever gon' get up if that's how we get
A shame when you look at it
My folk is yo' folk, but we all
Somebody gotta a change