Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys
Prince from Queens and Fritz Harlem
Street legends, the kept the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Barnes was the 70's
But there's a long list of celebrities
Worldwide on the side of things
Livest kings, died, one guy, one time
One day grabs me, as I'm to blast heat
of Vernon, I turned well he asked me
"What you up to, the cops gon' you"
I was a teen drunk off brew, I wondered
If God sent him, two squad cars entered the block
And looked at us, I ain't 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, them bones
Hoping my ace get his thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight
While he looking at centerfolds of pretty
Showing they cooch, gangstas don't die he's living proof
The D.A. who him was lying
A white dude, killed his mother during the
jury, now the D.A. is being replaced
Pre-trial hearing is over, it's for the soldier
Walks in the courtroom, the in his eyes is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the back
I want to crack a when I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a court gun and started squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, leaving everybody

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

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