Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, the young boys admiration
Prince from Queens and Fritz from
Street legends, the kept the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Barnes was the 70's
But a long list of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the side of things
kings, some 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 teen drunk off brew, stumbled I
If God sent him, two squad cars entered the block
And looked at us, I flinch when they watched
I it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the 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 hearing is over, real 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 smile I see him
up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a officer's gun and started squeezing
he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leaving everybody

Some niggas fuck they enemies in they ass when they 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so don't 'em
They make you, disappear, this a year that I won't
CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, independent label, real
Know the business, ran for years, now they chilling
They had the coke game crazy
Sold music out the trunk of they car, that amazed me
Put me onto blunts, sherm or something
Took a puff, the fuck, I turned to punch them
Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga 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 wrote my dawg from Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got your back, the don't play"
I rolled with some Crips down to a 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 shot the too
See my cousin's in the game, and things
He plugged me with a dame who was
Gave the ass up, I'ma daddy Soprano
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
Should of never tippy-toed, thought my were closed
the hotel room do', to let her goons in
But I moved in a manner, on Jet Li shit
I let the blow, wet three kids
See thought I had something to do, with all the drama
Cause I was 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 this how

All I gotta say is that
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 shame you ain't look at it
My folk is yo' folk, but we all
Somebody gotta a change