Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the boys admiration
Prince from Queens and Fritz from
legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Barnes was the 70's
But there's a list of high-profile 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 sent him, two squad cars entered the block
And looked at us, I ain't flinch when watched
I it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I almost gave my to what the dice do
Yeah man, them bones
my ace get his case thrown
His girl ain't for him, she in the world straight hoeing
While he looking at centerfolds of girls
Showing little cooch, gangstas don't die he's living proof
The D.A. who him was lying
A white dude, killed his during the case
jury, now the D.A. is being replaced
Pre-trial hearing is over, it's 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 when I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his
He grabbed a officer's gun and started squeezing
Then he the judge, screams out, nobody leaving everybody

Some niggas fuck they enemies in ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so don't 'em
They you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget
Sold double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, independent label, real
the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chilling
They had the coke game something
Sold music out the trunk of they car, that amazed me
Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch
niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
I left around 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 wrote my from Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got your back, the don't play"
I rolled some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga still alive in a
Midnight they crept in his and shot the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, and things
He plugged me with a who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, I'ma mack Soprano
She passed me the indigo, but the
of never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed
Opening the room do', to let her goons in
But I in a manner, on some Jet Li shit
I let the blow, wet three kids
See honey thought I had something to do, with all the
Cause I was with a crew, that had her people
Called up my cousin, him I ain't fucking with you
He cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers

All I really gotta say is
If how our people 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 make a