Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the boys admiration
Prince from and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Barnes was the 70's
But there's a long list of high-profile
Worldwide on the side of things
kings, some died, one guy, one time
One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast
40-side of Vernon, I 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, cause two squad cars the block
And looked at us, I ain't flinch when they
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my
Staring at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the do
man, throwing them bones
Hoping my ace get his case
His girl ain't for him, she in the world straight hoeing
While he looking at 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 being
Pre-trial is over, it's real for the soldier
Walks in the courtroom, the look in his is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the back
I want to a smile when 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 the judge, screams out, nobody leaving everybody

Some niggas fuck they in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so don't 'em
They make you, disappear, this a that I won't forget
Sold double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, label, real killers
the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chilling
They had the coke something crazy
music out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me
Put me heron 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 around them dudes, they cool but they
Now I'm back around the old school raised me
New gangstas, we lounging, out in L.A. see
A dude my dawg from Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got your back, the fools play"
I rolled with Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I the ho responsible
The nigga still alive in a
Midnight they crept in his room and the doctor too
See my in the game, thugging and things
He plugged me a dame who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, I'ma daddy Soprano
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
of never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed
Opening the hotel room do', to let her in
But I moved in a manner, on Jet Li shit
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 killed
Called up my cousin, told him I ain't with you
He responded cool, but 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 gon' get up if that's how we get down?
A shame when you ain't at it
My folk is yo' folk, but we all
Somebody gotta make a