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 kept the from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky was the 70's
But there's a long list of celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough of things
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 gon' bust you"
I was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled I
If God sent him, cause two squad entered the block
And looked at us, I ain't flinch when they
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I almost my life to what the dice do
Yeah man, throwing bones
my ace get his case thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight
While he at centerfolds of pretty girls
they 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
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 is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the aisle
I want to crack a smile I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we is his freedom
He grabbed a court gun and started squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody everybody

Some niggas they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so test 'em
They you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget
Sold double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, independent label, real
Know the business, ran for years, now they chilling
They had the game something crazy
Sold music out the trunk of 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, nigga tried to me
I from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy
Now I'm around the old school that raised me
New gangstas, we lounging, out in L.A. see
A dude wrote my from Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got your back, the don't play"
I rolled with some Crips down to a funeral
saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga alive in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his 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 daddy Soprano
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
Should of never tippy-toed, thought my eyes closed
Opening the hotel do', to let her goons in
But I in a manner, on some Jet Li shit
I let the blow, wet three kids
See thought 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 me out here this how motherfuckers

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