Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young admiration
Prince Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the
But there's a long 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 cops gon' you"
I was a teen off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God sent him, cause two cars entered the block
And looked at us, I ain't when they watched
I it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to the dice do
Yeah man, throwing bones
Hoping my ace get his thrown
His girl ain't for him, she in the world straight hoeing
While he looking at of pretty girls
they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's living proof
The D.A. who him was lying
A dude, killed his mother during the case
jury, now the D.A. is being replaced
Pre-trial is over, it's real for the soldier
Walks in the courtroom, the in his eyes 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, cause all we want is his
He grabbed a court officer's gun and started
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody everybody

niggas fuck they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so test 'em
They make you, disappear, a year that I won't forget
Sold CD's platinum, met mo' execs
niggas, independent label, real killers
Know the business, ran for years, now they chilling
had the coke game something crazy
Sold music out the trunk of they car, that shit me
Put me onto heron blunts, or something
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to them
Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to me
I left from around them dudes, cool but they crazy
Now I'm back around the old 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 your back, the fools play"
I rolled with Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho
The nigga still in a hospital
Midnight crept in his room 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
Should of never tippy-toed, my eyes were closed
Opening the hotel do', to let her goons in
But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li
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 people gon' get down, how we gon' get up?
How we ever get up if that's how we get down?
A shame when you ain't at it
My folk is yo' folk, but we all
gotta make a change