Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol
And Mason, gave the young boys admiration
Prince from Queens and from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the
But there's a list of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough side of
Livest kings, died, one guy, one time
One day grabs me, as I'm about to 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, stumbled I
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 mirror, brushed my hair
at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do
Yeah man, throwing bones
my ace get his case thrown
His girl wait 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 living
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 is over, it's real for the soldier
Walks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is
Triple-homicide, I sit in the aisle
I want to crack a when I see him
Throw up a fist for power, cause all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a court officer's gun and started
Then he the judge, screams out, nobody leaving everybody

Some fuck they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so test 'em
They make you, disappear, this a year that I won't
Sold CD's double platinum, met mo'
Southern niggas, independent label, killers
the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chilling
They had the coke something 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 turned to them
Southern niggas ain't slow, tried to play me
I left from around them dudes, they 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 from Bay
The say, "Nas I got your back, the fools don't play"
I rolled with some down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho
The still alive in a hospital
Midnight crept in his room and shot the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, thugging and
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 never tippy-toed, thought my eyes closed
Opening the 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 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 shame when you look at it
My folk is yo' folk, but we all
Somebody gotta a change