Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young admiration
Prince Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the
But there's a list of high-profile celebrities
on the thorough side of things
Livest kings, died, one guy, one time
One day grabs me, as I'm about to heat
of Vernon, I turned well he asked me
"What you up to, the cops bust you"
I was a teen drunk off brew, I wondered
If God sent him, cause two 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
man, throwing them bones
Hoping my ace get his case
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world hoeing
he looking at centerfolds of pretty girls
Showing little cooch, gangstas don't die he's living proof
The D.A. who him was lying
A dude, killed his mother during the case
Hung jury, now the D.A. is being
Pre-trial hearing is over, real for the soldier
in the courtroom, the look 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 power, cause all we want is his freedom
He a court officer's gun and started squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leaving

Some niggas fuck enemies 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
Sold double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, independent label, real
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they
They had the coke game crazy
Sold music out the trunk of they car, that shit me
Put me heron blunts, sherm or something
a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them
Southern niggas slow, nigga tried to play me
I left from around them dudes, they cool but they
Now I'm back around the old school raised me
New gangstas, we lounging, out in L.A. see
A dude wrote my dawg from Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got back, the fools don't play"
I rolled with some down to a Crenshaw funeral
saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga still in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his and shot 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, mack daddy Soprano
She passed me the indigo, but the
Should of never tippy-toed, my eyes were closed
Opening the room do', to let her goons in
But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li
I let the blow, wet three kids
See thought I had something to do, with all the drama
Cause I was with a crew, had her people killed
Called up my cousin, told him I fucking with you
He cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers

All I gotta say is that
If that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever get up?
How we ever gon' get up if how we get down?
A shame when you look at it
My is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
gotta make a change