Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young admiration
from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky was the 70's
But there's a long list of high-profile
Worldwide on the side of things
kings, some died, one guy, one time
One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast
40-side of Vernon, I turned well he me
"What you up to, the gon' bust you"
I was a drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God sent him, cause two squad cars entered the
And looked at us, I ain't flinch they watched
I it upstairs, the bathroom 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 case
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight
While he looking at centerfolds of girls
Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's living
The D.A. who him was lying
A white dude, killed his during the case
Hung jury, now the D.A. is replaced
Pre-trial hearing is over, real for the soldier
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
Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his
He a court officer's gun and started squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody everybody

niggas fuck they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so test 'em
They make you, disappear, this a that I won't forget
Sold CD's platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, independent label, killers
the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chilling
They had the game something crazy
music out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me
Put me onto blunts, sherm or something
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to them
niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
I from 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 my dawg from Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got back, the fools don't play"
I rolled with some Crips down to a funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho
The nigga still alive in a
Midnight they crept in his and shot the doctor too
See my in the game, thugging and things
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 hotel room do', to let her 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 a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, him I ain't fucking with you
He responded cool, but me out here this how motherfuckers

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