Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young admiration
Prince Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from
Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the
But there's a long of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the side of things
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 cops gon' you"
I was a drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God sent him, two squad cars entered the block
And looked at us, I ain't flinch when watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, 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 case
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world hoeing
While he looking at centerfolds of pretty
Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's proof
The D.A. who tried him was
A white dude, killed his during the case
Hung jury, now the D.A. is being
Pre-trial hearing is over, it's for the soldier
Walks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is
Triple-homicide, I sit in the aisle
I to crack a smile when I see him
Throw up a fist for 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 fuck they enemies in they ass when they 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so test 'em
They make you, disappear, this a year that I won't
Sold CD's platinum, met mo' execs
niggas, independent label, real killers
Know the business, ran for years, now they chilling
They had the coke something crazy
Sold out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me
Put me onto blunts, sherm or something
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch
Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga to play me
I left from around dudes, they cool but they crazy
Now I'm back around the old school raised me
New gangstas, we lounging, out in L.A. see
A dude my dawg from Pelican Bay
The say, "Nas I got your back, the fools don't play"
I rolled with some Crips to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men and I knew the ho responsible
The still alive in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his room and the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, and things
He plugged me a dame who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, mack daddy Soprano
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
of never tippy-toed, thought 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 blow, wet three kids
See honey thought I had to do, with all the drama
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 that's how we get
A shame when you ain't at it
My is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
gotta make a change