Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where walk like Pistol Pete
And Mason, gave the young boys admiration
Prince from Queens and from Harlem
Street legends, the kept the hood from starving
cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's
But there's a long list of high-profile
Worldwide on the thorough of things
Livest kings, some died, one guy, one
One day grabs me, as I'm to blast heat
40-side of Vernon, I well he asked me
"What you up to, the cops bust you"
I was a teen drunk off brew, I wondered
If God sent him, cause two squad entered the block
And at us, I ain't flinch when they watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to the dice do
Yeah man, throwing them
Hoping my ace get his thrown
His girl wait for him, she in the world straight hoeing
While he at centerfolds of pretty girls
Showing little cooch, gangstas don't die he's living proof
The D.A. who him was lying
A white dude, killed his mother during the
Hung jury, now the D.A. is being
Pre-trial hearing is over, it's real for the
Walks in the courtroom, the look in his is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the back
I want to a smile when I see him
up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a court officer's gun and started
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody everybody

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

All I really say is that
If that's how our gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?
How we ever gon' get up if how we get down?
A when you ain't look at it
My folk is yo' folk, but we all
Somebody make a change