Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk Pistol Pete
And Mason, gave the young boys admiration
Prince Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from
Pushing cars, Barnes was the 70's
But there's a list of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough side of
kings, some died, one guy, one time
One day grabs me, as I'm to blast heat
40-side of Vernon, I well he asked me
"What you up to, the cops bust you"
I was a teen off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God sent him, cause two cars entered the block
And at us, I ain't flinch when they 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 them
Hoping my ace get his thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the straight hoeing
While he looking at centerfolds of pretty
they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's living 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 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 smile I see him
Throw up a for black power, cause 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 in they ass when they catch 'em
niggas are dangerous, so don't test 'em
They make you, disappear, this a year that I won't
CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, independent label, killers
the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chilling
They had the game 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 to punch them
Southern ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
I left from 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 dude my dawg from Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got your back, the fools play"
I rolled with some Crips to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho
The nigga still alive in a
they crept in his room and shot the doctor too
See my in the game, thugging and things
He plugged me with a dame who was
Gave the ass up, I'ma mack daddy
She passed me the indigo, but the
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 something to do, all the drama
Cause I was a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, told him I ain't fucking you
He responded cool, but told me out here this how

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