Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol
And Pappy Mason, gave the young admiration
Prince from and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky was the 70's
But a long list of high-profile celebrities
on the thorough side of things
Livest kings, some died, one guy, one
One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast
40-side of Vernon, I turned well he me
"What you up to, the gon' bust you"
I was a drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God sent him, cause two squad entered the block
And looked at us, I ain't flinch when watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I almost gave my to what the dice do
Yeah man, them bones
my ace get his case thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the straight hoeing
While he looking at of pretty girls
Showing little cooch, gangstas don't die he's living proof
The D.A. who tried him was
A white dude, killed his mother the case
jury, now the D.A. is being replaced
Pre-trial hearing is over, it's 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 smile I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his
He grabbed a officer's gun and started squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, out, nobody leaving everybody

Some niggas they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so don't 'em
They you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget
Sold CD's platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, independent label, killers
Know the business, ran for years, now they chilling
They had the coke something crazy
music out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me
Put me onto blunts, sherm or something
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch
Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga to play me
I left from 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 your back, the fools play"
I with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho
The nigga still alive in a
they crept in his room and shot the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, thugging and
He me with a dame who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, I'ma mack Soprano
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
Should of never tippy-toed, thought my were closed
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 three
See honey I had something to do, with all the drama
Cause I was with a crew, that had her people
up my cousin, told him I ain't fucking with you
He responded cool, but told me out here this how

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 shame when you ain't at it
My folk is yo' folk, but we all
Somebody gotta make a