Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young admiration
from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the from starving
cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's
But there's a list of high-profile celebrities
on the thorough side of things
Livest kings, died, one guy, one time
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, cause two squad cars entered the
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 them
Hoping my ace get his thrown
His ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoeing
While he looking at centerfolds of pretty
Showing they little cooch, gangstas die he's living proof
The D.A. who tried him was
A white dude, killed his mother the case
Hung jury, now the D.A. is 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
up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a court officer's gun and started
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody everybody

Some niggas they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so don't 'em
They make you, disappear, this a year that I won't
Sold CD's platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, label, real killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they
They had the coke something crazy
Sold music out the trunk of they car, that amazed me
Put me heron blunts, sherm or something
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch
Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to me
I left around them dudes, they cool but they crazy
Now I'm back around the old that raised me
New gangstas, we lounging, out in L.A. see
A wrote 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
saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga still alive in a
Midnight they crept in his room and 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 daddy
She passed me the indigo, but the
Should of never tippy-toed, my eyes were closed
Opening the hotel do', to let her goons 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
I was with a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, told him I ain't fucking you
He cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers

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