Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol
And Mason, gave the young boys admiration
from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the kept the hood from starving
cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's
But there's a long of high-profile celebrities
on the thorough side of things
Livest kings, some died, one guy, one
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 gon' you"
I was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled I
If God sent him, cause two cars entered the block
And at us, I ain't flinch when they watched
I it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair
Staring at a disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do
man, throwing them bones
Hoping my ace get his case
His ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoeing
While he at centerfolds of pretty girls
Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die living proof
The D.A. who tried him was
A white dude, killed his mother during the
jury, now the D.A. is being replaced
Pre-trial hearing is over, it's real for the
in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the back
I want to crack a when I see him
Throw up a fist for power, cause all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a court officer's gun and started
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, leaving everybody

Some niggas they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so don't 'em
They you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget
Sold CD's double platinum, met mo'
Southern niggas, independent label, real
Know the business, ran for years, now they chilling
They had the coke game something
music out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me
Put me heron blunts, sherm or something
Took a puff, the fuck, I turned to punch them
niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
I left around them dudes, they cool but they crazy
Now I'm back the old school that raised me
New gangstas, we lounging, out in L.A. see
A dude wrote my 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 and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga still in a hospital
they crept in his room and shot 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 me the indigo, but the imbecile
Should of never tippy-toed, 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 blow, wet three kids
See honey I had something to do, with 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 gotta say is
If how our people gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?
How we gon' get up if that's how we get down?
A when you ain't look at it
My is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
Somebody make a change