Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol
And Pappy Mason, gave the boys admiration
from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from
Pushing cars, Nicky was the 70's
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 gon' you"
I was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled I
If God sent him, cause two squad cars entered the
And looked at us, I flinch when they watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my
Staring at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to the dice do
Yeah man, throwing them
my ace get his case thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight
While he looking at of pretty girls
they 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 look in his eyes is
Triple-homicide, I sit in the back
I want to a smile when I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we is his freedom
He grabbed a officer's gun and started squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, out, nobody leaving everybody

Some niggas fuck they in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so test 'em
make you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget
Sold CD's double platinum, met mo'
Southern niggas, label, real killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they
They had the coke something crazy
Sold music out the trunk of they car, that amazed me
Put me onto heron blunts, or something
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to them
niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
I left from around them dudes, cool but they crazy
Now I'm around the old school that raised me
New gangstas, we lounging, out in L.A. see
A dude wrote my from Pelican Bay
The say, "Nas I got your back, the fools 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 alive in a hospital
Midnight crept in his room and shot the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, and things
He plugged me with a dame who was
Gave the ass up, I'ma mack Soprano
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
Should of never tippy-toed, my eyes were closed
Opening the hotel do', to let her goons in
But I in a manner, on some Jet Li shit
I let the blow, wet three kids
See thought I had something to do, with all the drama
I was with a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, told him I ain't fucking you
He responded cool, but told me out 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 gon' get up if that's how we get
A when you ain't look at it
My is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
Somebody gotta a change