Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys
Prince Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the kept the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the
But there's a long list of high-profile
on the thorough side of things
Livest kings, some died, one guy, one
One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast
40-side of Vernon, I turned he asked me
"What you up to, the cops gon' you"
I was a teen drunk off brew, I wondered
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 to what the dice do
Yeah man, them bones
Hoping my ace get his case
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the straight hoeing
While he at centerfolds of pretty girls
Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's living
The D.A. who him was lying
A dude, killed his mother during the case
Hung jury, now the D.A. is replaced
Pre-trial hearing is over, it's 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 is his freedom
He grabbed a officer's gun and started squeezing
he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leaving everybody

Some niggas fuck they enemies in they ass they catch 'em
niggas are dangerous, so don't test 'em
They you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget
Sold CD's double platinum, met mo'
Southern niggas, independent label, real
Know the business, ran for years, now they chilling
They had the coke game something
Sold music out the trunk of they car, shit amazed me
Put me onto blunts, sherm or something
Took a puff, what the fuck, I to punch them
Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to me
I left from around them dudes, they but they crazy
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 some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga still in a hospital
they crept in his room and shot the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, thugging and
He me with a dame who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, I'ma mack Soprano
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
Should of never tippy-toed, thought my eyes closed
Opening the hotel room do', to let her in
But I in a manner, on some Jet Li shit
I let the hammers blow, wet kids
See thought I had something to do, with all the drama
Cause I was a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, told him I 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 that's how we get
A shame when you look at it
My is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
Somebody make a change