Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, the young boys admiration
Prince from Queens and from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from
Pushing cars, Barnes was the 70's
But there's a list 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
of Vernon, I turned well he asked me
"What you up to, the cops gon' you"
I was a teen drunk off brew, I wondered
If God him, cause two squad cars entered the block
And looked at us, I flinch when they watched
I took it upstairs, the mirror, brushed my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to the dice do
Yeah man, throwing them
my ace get his case thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight
While he looking at centerfolds of pretty
Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die living proof
The D.A. who him was lying
A dude, killed his mother during the case
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 eyes is
Triple-homicide, I sit in the aisle
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 squeezing
he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leaving everybody

Some niggas fuck they enemies in they ass they catch 'em
niggas are dangerous, so don't test 'em
They make you, disappear, this a year I won't forget
Sold CD's double platinum, met mo'
Southern niggas, independent label, killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they
had the coke game something crazy
Sold music out the trunk of they car, that amazed me
Put me heron blunts, sherm or something
Took a puff, the fuck, I turned to punch them
Southern niggas ain't slow, 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 dawg Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got your back, the don't play"
I rolled with Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga alive in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his room and shot the too
See my cousin's in the game, thugging and
He plugged me with a dame who was
Gave the ass up, I'ma mack daddy
She passed me the indigo, but the
Should of never tippy-toed, thought my were closed
Opening the hotel room do', to let her in
But I moved in a manner, on Jet Li shit
I let the hammers blow, wet three
See honey thought I had to do, with all the drama
I was with a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, him I ain't fucking with you
He responded cool, but told me out here how motherfuckers

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