Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol
And Pappy Mason, gave the boys admiration
Prince from Queens and Fritz from
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from
cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's
But there's a long of high-profile celebrities
on the thorough side of things
Livest kings, died, one guy, one time
One day me, as I'm about to blast heat
of Vernon, I turned well he asked me
"What you up to, the cops gon' you"
I was a teen drunk off brew, I wondered
If God sent him, cause two squad cars the block
And at us, I ain't flinch when they watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my
Staring at a young disciple, I almost my life to what the dice do
man, throwing them bones
Hoping my ace get his thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight
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
jury, now the D.A. is being replaced
Pre-trial hearing is over, it's real for the
Walks in the courtroom, the in his eyes is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the aisle
I want to a smile when I see him
up a fist for black 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 they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so don't 'em
They make you, disappear, this a year that I forget
Sold CD's double platinum, met mo'
Southern niggas, independent label, real
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they
They had the coke game something
Sold music out the trunk of they car, shit amazed me
Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to them
Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga to play me
I from around them dudes, they 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 Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got your back, the don't play"
I rolled with some down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga still alive in a
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, I'ma daddy Soprano
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
Should of never tippy-toed, thought my were closed
Opening the room do', to let her goons in
But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li
I let the hammers blow, wet three
See honey thought I had something to do, with all the
Cause I was with a crew, that had her killed
Called up my cousin, him I ain't fucking with you
He responded cool, but told me out here how motherfuckers

All I really say is that
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 when you ain't at it
My folk is yo' folk, but we all
Somebody gotta a change