Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, the young boys 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 of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the side of things
Livest kings, died, one guy, one time
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 off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God sent him, two squad cars entered the block
And at us, I ain't flinch when they watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my
Staring at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the do
man, throwing them bones
Hoping my ace get his thrown
His girl wait for him, she in the world straight hoeing
While he at centerfolds of pretty girls
Showing they cooch, gangstas don't die he's living proof
The D.A. who tried him was
A white dude, killed his mother during the
jury, now the D.A. is being replaced
Pre-trial hearing is over, it's real for the
Walks in the courtroom, the in his eyes is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the aisle
I want to crack a when I see him
Throw up a fist for power, cause all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a officer's gun and started squeezing
Then he the judge, screams out, nobody leaving everybody

Some niggas fuck enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass are dangerous, so don't test 'em
They make you, disappear, a year that I won't forget
Sold double platinum, met mo' execs
niggas, independent label, real killers
Know the business, ran for years, now they chilling
They had the coke game crazy
Sold music out the trunk of they car, that amazed me
Put me onto blunts, sherm or something
a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them
Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to me
I left from around them dudes, they cool but they
Now I'm back the old school 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 to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I 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 me with a dame who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, mack daddy 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 hammers blow, wet kids
See honey I had something to do, with all the drama
I was with a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, him I ain't fucking with you
He responded cool, but told me out here this how

All I gotta say is that
If that's how our people gon' get down, how we gon' get up?
How we ever gon' get up if how we get down?
A shame when you look at it
My folk is yo' folk, but we all
Somebody gotta make a