Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys
Prince from Queens and from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood starving
Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the
But there's a list of high-profile celebrities
on the thorough side of things
Livest kings, died, one guy, one time
One day grabs me, as I'm about to heat
of Vernon, I turned well 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 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 disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do
Yeah man, throwing them
Hoping my ace get his thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight
While he looking at centerfolds of girls
Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die living proof
The D.A. who tried him was
A dude, killed his mother during 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 look in his is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the back
I want to crack a 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 grabbed the judge, screams out, leaving everybody

Some niggas fuck they in they ass when they catch 'em
niggas are dangerous, so don't test 'em
They make you, disappear, this a that I won't forget
Sold double platinum, met mo' execs
niggas, independent label, real killers
Know the business, ran for years, now they chilling
had the coke game something crazy
Sold music out the trunk of car, that shit amazed me
Put me onto blunts, sherm or something
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to them
Southern ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
I left from around them dudes, they but they crazy
Now I'm back around the old school 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 with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho
The nigga alive 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 mack Soprano
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
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 a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, told him I ain't fucking you
He responded cool, but told me out this how motherfuckers

All I really gotta say is
If that's how our people gon' get down, how we gon' get up?
How we ever gon' get up if how we get down?
A shame when you look at it
My folk is yo' folk, but we all
Somebody make a change