Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk Pistol Pete
And Mason, gave the young boys admiration
Prince from Queens and from Harlem
legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Barnes was the 70's
But there's a long list of celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough side of
Livest kings, died, one guy, one time
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 bust you"
I was a drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God sent him, two squad cars entered the block
And looked at us, I ain't when they watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I almost my life to what the dice do
Yeah man, throwing bones
my ace get his case thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight
While he at centerfolds of pretty girls
Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die living proof
The D.A. who him was lying
A white dude, killed his mother the case
jury, now the D.A. is being replaced
Pre-trial hearing is over, it's for the soldier
Walks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is
Triple-homicide, I sit in the back
I want to crack a when I see him
Throw up a for black power, cause all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a officer's gun and started squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody everybody

Some niggas fuck they enemies in they ass they catch 'em
niggas are dangerous, so don't test 'em
They make you, disappear, a year that I won't forget
Sold CD's double platinum, met mo'
Southern niggas, label, real killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they
They had the coke game something
Sold out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me
Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or
Took a puff, what the fuck, I to punch them
Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga to play me
I left from around dudes, they cool but they crazy
Now I'm around the old school that raised me
New gangstas, we lounging, out in L.A. see
A dude wrote my dawg from 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 still alive in a
Midnight they crept in his and shot the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, and things
He plugged me with a dame who was
Gave the ass up, I'ma mack daddy
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 moved in a manner, on some Jet Li
I let the blow, wet three kids
See honey thought I had something to do, with all the
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 me out here this how motherfuckers

All I gotta say is that
If that's how our people gon' get down, how we gon' get up?
How we ever 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 gotta a change