Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where walk like Pistol Pete
And Mason, gave the young boys admiration
Prince from Queens and Fritz Harlem
Street legends, the kept the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky was the 70's
But there's a long list of high-profile
Worldwide on the thorough side of
Livest kings, died, one guy, one time
One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast
40-side of Vernon, I well he asked me
"What you up to, the gon' bust you"
I was a teen off brew, stumbled I wondered
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 bathroom mirror, brushed my
Staring at a young disciple, I gave my life to what the dice do
man, throwing them bones
Hoping my ace get his case
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the straight hoeing
While he looking at of pretty 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
Pre-trial hearing is over, real for the soldier
Walks in the courtroom, the in his eyes is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the aisle
I want to crack a when I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we is his freedom
He grabbed a officer's gun and started squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leaving

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
CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, independent label, killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they
They had the coke game crazy
Sold music out the trunk of they car, shit amazed me
Put me heron blunts, sherm or something
Took a puff, the fuck, I turned to punch 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 school that me
New gangstas, we lounging, out in L.A. see
A dude wrote my dawg from Bay
The say, "Nas I got your back, the fools don't play"
I rolled some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I the ho responsible
The nigga alive in a hospital
they crept in his room and shot 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 me the indigo, but the imbecile
Should of never tippy-toed, thought my eyes closed
the hotel 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 thought I had something to do, with all the
Cause I was with a crew, that had her people
Called up my cousin, him I ain't fucking with you
He responded cool, but told me out here this how

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 shame when you ain't at it
My is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
Somebody make a change