Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll like Pistol Pete
And Mason, gave the young boys admiration
Prince Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the
But there's a long list of celebrities
Worldwide on the side of things
Livest kings, some died, one guy, one
One day me, as I'm about to blast heat
40-side of Vernon, I well he asked me
"What you up to, the gon' bust you"
I was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled I
If God him, cause two squad cars entered the block
And looked at us, I ain't flinch they watched
I took it upstairs, the mirror, brushed my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to the dice do
man, throwing them bones
Hoping my ace get his thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the 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 white dude, killed his mother during the
jury, now the D.A. is being replaced
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 back
I to crack a smile when I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, 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 they enemies in they ass they catch 'em
Weird-ass are dangerous, so don't test 'em
They make you, disappear, this a year that I forget
Sold CD's platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, independent label, killers
Know the business, ran for years, now they chilling
They had the coke something crazy
Sold music out the trunk of car, that shit amazed me
Put me onto 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 your back, the fools play"
I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw
Never saw so men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga alive in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his room and the doctor too
See my in the game, thugging and things
He plugged me a dame 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 hotel room do', to let her in
But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li
I let the hammers blow, wet three
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 ain't with you
He responded cool, but told me out here this how

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