Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pete
And Pappy Mason, the young boys admiration
Prince from Queens and Fritz from
legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky was the 70's
But there's a long list of high-profile
on the thorough side of things
Livest kings, some died, one guy, one
One day grabs me, as I'm to blast heat
40-side of Vernon, I turned well he me
"What you up to, the cops gon' you"
I was a teen drunk off brew, I wondered
If God sent him, two squad 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 the dice do
Yeah man, throwing them
Hoping my ace get his thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world hoeing
While he looking at centerfolds of pretty
Showing they little cooch, 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 eyes is
Triple-homicide, I sit in the aisle
I to crack a smile when I see him
up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a court gun and started squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leaving

Some niggas fuck they enemies in they ass they catch 'em
Weird-ass 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, independent label, killers
Know the business, ran for years, now they chilling
They had the coke game crazy
music out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me
Put me heron blunts, sherm or something
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to them
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 raised me
New gangstas, we lounging, out in L.A. see
A dude my dawg from Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got your back, the fools play"
I rolled with some Crips to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The still alive in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his room and the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, thugging and
He plugged me with a dame who was
Gave the ass up, mack 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 thought I had to do, with all the drama
I was with a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, told him I ain't with you
He responded cool, but told me out here how motherfuckers

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