Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young admiration
Prince from Queens and Fritz from
Street legends, the kept the hood from starving
cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's
But there's a long list of celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough side of
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 drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God sent him, cause two squad cars the block
And looked at us, I ain't 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, them bones
Hoping my ace get his thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight
While he looking at centerfolds of girls
Showing they cooch, gangstas don't die he's living proof
The D.A. who tried him was
A white dude, killed his mother during the
Hung jury, now the D.A. is replaced
hearing is over, it's real for the soldier
Walks in the courtroom, the look in his is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the back
I want to crack a when I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, 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 they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass are dangerous, so don't test 'em
They you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget
Sold CD's double platinum, met mo'
Southern niggas, independent label, real
Know the business, ran for years, now they chilling
They had the game something crazy
Sold music out the trunk of they car, that shit me
Put me heron blunts, sherm or something
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to them
Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga to play me
I left from around them dudes, they cool but crazy
Now I'm back around the old school 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 slaughtered and I knew the ho
The nigga still alive in a
Midnight crept in his room and shot the doctor 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 Soprano
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
Should of never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were
Opening the 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
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 this how motherfuckers

All I really gotta say is
If that's how our 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