Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys
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 celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough side of
kings, some died, one guy, one time
One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast
40-side of Vernon, I turned he asked me
"What you up to, the cops gon' you"
I was a drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God him, cause two squad cars entered the block
And at us, I ain't flinch when they watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my
Staring at a disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do
Yeah man, throwing bones
Hoping my ace get his case
His girl ain't for him, she in the world straight hoeing
he looking at centerfolds of pretty girls
Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's proof
The D.A. who him was lying
A dude, killed his mother during the case
jury, now the D.A. is being replaced
Pre-trial hearing is over, real for the soldier
in the courtroom, the look 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 officer's gun and squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody everybody

Some niggas fuck they enemies in ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so test 'em
make you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget
Sold CD's double platinum, met mo'
Southern niggas, independent label, real
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they
They had the coke game crazy
Sold music out the of they car, that shit amazed me
Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or
Took a puff, what the fuck, I to punch them
Southern niggas slow, nigga tried to play me
I from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy
Now I'm back around the old school 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
Midnight they crept in his room and shot the too
See my cousin's in the game, thugging and
He me with 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 room do', to let her in
But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li
I let the blow, wet three kids
See honey thought I had to do, with all the drama
Cause I was a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, told him I ain't with you
He responded cool, but told me out this how motherfuckers

All I gotta say is that
If how our people 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 make a change