Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the boys admiration
from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs the hood from starving
cars, Nicky 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 about to heat
40-side of Vernon, I turned he asked me
"What you up to, the cops bust you"
I was a drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God sent him, cause two cars entered the block
And looked at us, I ain't flinch when watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my
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 ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoeing
he looking at centerfolds of pretty girls
Showing they little cooch, gangstas die he's living proof
The D.A. who tried him was
A white dude, killed his mother the case
Hung jury, now the D.A. is replaced
Pre-trial hearing is over, 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 smile I see him
Throw up a for black power, cause all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a court officer's gun and squeezing
Then he the judge, screams out, nobody leaving everybody

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

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