Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young admiration
Prince from and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the
But a long list of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough of things
Livest kings, some died, one guy, one
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 bust you"
I was a teen drunk off brew, I wondered
If God him, cause two squad cars entered the block
And looked at us, I flinch when 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
Yeah man, throwing bones
Hoping my ace get his case
His ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoeing
While he looking at centerfolds of girls
Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's proof
The D.A. who him was lying
A dude, killed his mother during the case
Hung jury, now the D.A. is replaced
Pre-trial hearing is over, real for the soldier
Walks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is
Triple-homicide, I sit in the back
I want to crack a smile I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we is his freedom
He grabbed a court officer's gun and started
Then he grabbed the judge, out, nobody leaving everybody

Some niggas fuck they enemies in ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so test 'em
They make you, disappear, this a year I won't forget
Sold CD's platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, independent label, killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now chilling
They had the coke something crazy
music out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me
Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or
Took a puff, what the fuck, I to punch them
Southern ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
I left from around them dudes, they but they crazy
Now I'm back around the old that raised me
New gangstas, we lounging, out in L.A. see
A dude wrote my dawg Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got your back, the fools play"
I rolled with some Crips down to a funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I the ho responsible
The nigga still in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his room and the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, thugging and
He plugged me with a who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, I'ma daddy Soprano
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
Should of never tippy-toed, thought my were closed
Opening the hotel room do', to let her in
But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li
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
up my cousin, told him I ain't fucking with you
He cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers

All I gotta say is that
If that's how our gon' get down, how we ever gon' 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 a change