Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys
Prince from Queens and Fritz from
legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the
But there's a long list of celebrities
on the thorough 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 cops gon' you"
I was a teen off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God sent him, cause two squad entered the block
And looked at us, I ain't flinch when watched
I took it upstairs, the mirror, brushed my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the do
Yeah man, throwing them
Hoping my ace get his thrown
His girl ain't for him, she in the world straight hoeing
he looking at centerfolds of pretty girls
Showing they cooch, gangstas don't die he's living proof
The D.A. who him was lying
A white dude, killed his during 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 crack a smile 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
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, leaving everybody

Some niggas fuck they enemies in they ass they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so don't 'em
They you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget
CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, independent label, real
the business, ran Tennessee 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, sherm or
Took a puff, what the fuck, I to punch them
Southern ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
I left from around them dudes, 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 back, the fools 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 still alive in a
Midnight they in his room 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 mack daddy
She passed me the indigo, but the
Should of never tippy-toed, 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 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 cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers

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