Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young admiration
Prince from and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the kept the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Barnes was the 70's
But there's a list of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough side of
Livest kings, died, one guy, one time
One day me, as I'm about to blast heat
40-side of Vernon, I well he asked me
"What you up to, the gon' bust you"
I was a teen off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God sent him, cause two squad entered the block
And at us, I ain't flinch when they watched
I took it upstairs, the mirror, brushed my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I gave my life to what the dice do
Yeah man, throwing them
Hoping my ace get his case
His girl wait for him, she in the world straight hoeing
While he looking at centerfolds of girls
Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die living proof
The D.A. who him was lying
A white dude, his mother during the case
jury, now the D.A. is being replaced
Pre-trial hearing is over, real for the soldier
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 grabbed a court officer's gun and squeezing
he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leaving everybody

Some niggas fuck enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
niggas are dangerous, so don't 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 coke something crazy
Sold music out the trunk of they car, that amazed me
Put me onto heron blunts, or something
a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them
Southern niggas slow, nigga tried to play me
I left 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 dawg Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got back, the fools don't play"
I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw
saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga still in a hospital
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 passed me the indigo, but the
of never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were 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 honey thought I had something to do, all the drama
Cause I was with a crew, that had her killed
Called up my cousin, told him I fucking with you
He cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers

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 how we get down?
A shame you ain't look at it
My is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
Somebody gotta make a