Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, the young boys admiration
Prince from Queens and Fritz Harlem
Street legends, the kept the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Barnes was the 70's
But there's a list of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the side of things
Livest kings, some died, one guy, one
One day me, as I'm about to blast heat
40-side of Vernon, I 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, two squad cars entered the block
And looked at us, I ain't flinch they watched
I took it upstairs, the mirror, brushed my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I almost gave my to what the dice do
Yeah man, throwing 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 little cooch, gangstas don't die he's proof
The D.A. who him was lying
A white dude, killed his mother during the
Hung jury, now the D.A. is being
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 aisle
I want to crack a when I see him
Throw up a fist for power, cause all we want is his freedom
He a court officer's gun and started squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody everybody

Some niggas fuck they in they ass when they catch 'em
niggas are dangerous, so don't test 'em
They make you, disappear, this a that I won't forget
Sold double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, independent label, real
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they
They had the coke game something
Sold music out the trunk of car, that shit amazed me
Put me onto heron blunts, or something
Took a puff, the fuck, I turned to punch them
niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
I left from them dudes, they cool but they crazy
Now I'm back the old school that 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 some Crips down to a Crenshaw
Never saw so many men and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga alive in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his room and the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, thugging and
He me with a dame who was half-Mexicano
the ass up, I'ma mack daddy Soprano
She passed me the indigo, but the
Should of never tippy-toed, my eyes were closed
Opening the room do', to let her goons in
But I in a manner, on some Jet Li shit
I let the hammers blow, wet kids
See honey I had something to do, with all the drama
Cause I was a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, told him I fucking 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 gon' get up if that's how we get
A shame when you ain't at it
My is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
Somebody gotta make a