Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys
Prince Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky was the 70's
But a long list of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough of things
Livest kings, 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 cops bust you"
I was a teen off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God sent him, cause two cars entered the block
And looked at us, I ain't flinch when watched
I it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the do
Yeah man, throwing them
my ace get his case thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the straight hoeing
While he looking at centerfolds of girls
Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's proof
The D.A. who him was lying
A white dude, killed his mother during the
Hung jury, now the D.A. is being
Pre-trial hearing is over, it's real for the
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, all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a court officer's gun and started
Then he grabbed the judge, out, nobody leaving everybody

Some fuck they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
niggas are dangerous, so don't test 'em
They make you, disappear, this a year that I forget
Sold CD's double platinum, met mo'
Southern niggas, label, real killers
Know the business, ran for years, now they chilling
They had the coke game something
Sold music out the of they car, that shit amazed me
Put me onto blunts, sherm or something
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch
Southern niggas slow, nigga tried to play me
I from 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 wrote my dawg from Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got your back, the fools play"
I with some 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 in his room and shot the doctor too
See my in the game, thugging and things
He plugged me with a dame who was
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 to do, with all the drama
Cause I was with a crew, that had her people
Called up my cousin, him I ain't fucking with you
He responded cool, but told me out here this how

All I gotta say is that
If that's how our people 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 make a change