Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, the young boys admiration
Prince from Queens and Fritz Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky was the 70's
But there's a long of high-profile celebrities
on the thorough side of things
Livest kings, some died, one guy, one
One day grabs me, as I'm about to 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 flinch 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 straight
While he looking at centerfolds of pretty
Showing 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
Hung jury, now the D.A. is being
Pre-trial hearing is over, it's real for the
in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the aisle
I to crack a smile when I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a court gun and started squeezing
he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leaving everybody

Some niggas fuck they enemies in they ass when catch 'em
niggas are dangerous, so don't test 'em
They make you, disappear, this a year 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 something crazy
Sold music out the trunk of they car, that shit me
Put me onto blunts, sherm or something
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to them
Southern ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
I left around them dudes, they cool but they crazy
Now I'm back around the old school that me
New gangstas, we lounging, out in L.A. see
A dude wrote my dawg Pelican Bay
The say, "Nas I got your back, the fools don't play"
I with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga alive in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his and shot the doctor too
See my in the game, thugging and things
He plugged me a dame who was half-Mexicano
the ass up, I'ma mack daddy Soprano
She passed me the indigo, but the
of never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed
Opening the hotel room do', to let her in
But I in a manner, on some Jet Li shit
I let the blow, wet three kids
See honey thought I had something to do, with all the
Cause I was a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, told him I ain't with you
He responded cool, but told me out this how motherfuckers

All I really say is that
If that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever get up?
How we ever get up if that's how we get down?
A shame when you look at it
My is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
Somebody gotta make a