Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the boys admiration
Prince Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the kept the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the
But there's a long list of high-profile
Worldwide on the thorough side of
Livest kings, some died, one guy, one
One day grabs me, as I'm about to heat
of Vernon, I turned well he asked me
"What you up to, the gon' bust you"
I was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled I
If God sent him, cause two cars entered the block
And looked at us, I ain't flinch they watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my
Staring at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to the dice do
Yeah man, them bones
Hoping my ace get his case
His girl ain't for him, she in the world straight hoeing
he looking at centerfolds of pretty girls
Showing they cooch, gangstas don't die he's living proof
The D.A. who tried him was
A white dude, killed his 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 back
I want to crack a smile I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we is his freedom
He grabbed a officer's gun and started squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leaving

Some niggas fuck enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so don't 'em
They make you, disappear, this a year I won't forget
Sold CD's platinum, met mo' execs
niggas, independent label, real killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now chilling
They had the coke game crazy
music out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me
Put me onto blunts, sherm or something
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to them
niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
I left from 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 don't play"
I rolled with Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The still alive in a hospital
Midnight crept in his room and shot the doctor too
See my in the game, thugging and things
He plugged me with a who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, I'ma mack Soprano
She passed me the indigo, but the
Should of tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed
the hotel room do', to let her goons in
But I moved in a manner, on Jet Li shit
I let the hammers blow, wet three
See honey thought I had something to do, with all the
Cause I was with a crew, that had her killed
Called up my cousin, told him I ain't with you
He responded cool, but told me out here how motherfuckers

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