Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol
And Pappy Mason, gave the young admiration
Prince from Queens and Fritz from
Street legends, the kept the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the
But there's a long list of celebrities
Worldwide on the side of things
Livest kings, died, one guy, one time
One day me, as I'm about to blast heat
40-side of Vernon, I turned he asked me
"What you up to, the gon' bust you"
I was a drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God him, cause two squad cars entered the block
And looked at us, I ain't flinch when they
I took it upstairs, the mirror, brushed my hair
Staring at a disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do
Yeah man, throwing them
Hoping my ace get his case
His girl ain't for him, she in the world straight hoeing
While he looking at centerfolds of 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
jury, now the D.A. is being replaced
Pre-trial hearing is over, it's real for the
Walks in the courtroom, the in his eyes is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the aisle
I to crack a smile when I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his
He a court officer's gun and started squeezing
Then he the judge, screams out, nobody leaving everybody

Some niggas fuck enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so don't 'em
make you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget
Sold CD's platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, independent label, real
Know the business, ran for years, now they chilling
had the coke game something crazy
Sold music out the trunk of they car, that amazed me
Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch
Southern ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
I left around them dudes, they cool but they crazy
Now I'm back around the old school that 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 don't play"
I rolled with some down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga still alive in a
Midnight they in his room and shot the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, thugging and
He plugged me a dame who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, mack daddy Soprano
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
Should of tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed
Opening the hotel do', to let her goons in
But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li
I let the hammers blow, wet kids
See honey thought I had something to do, all the drama
Cause I was with a crew, had her people killed
Called up my cousin, him I ain't fucking with you
He responded cool, but told me out this how motherfuckers

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