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, Barnes was the 70's
But a long list of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough side of
Livest kings, 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 cops bust you"
I was a teen off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God sent him, cause two squad cars the block
And looked at us, I ain't flinch when they
I took it upstairs, the mirror, brushed my hair
Staring at a disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do
Yeah man, throwing 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 living proof
The D.A. who tried him was
A white dude, killed his mother the case
Hung jury, now the D.A. is replaced
Pre-trial hearing is over, it's real for the
Walks in the courtroom, the look in his is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the aisle
I want to crack a when I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a court officer's gun and squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, leaving everybody

Some niggas fuck they enemies in they ass when they 'em
niggas are dangerous, so don't test 'em
They make you, disappear, this a year that I forget
Sold CD's platinum, met mo' execs
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, that amazed me
Put me onto blunts, sherm or something
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch
Southern 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 school that me
New gangstas, we lounging, out in L.A. see
A wrote my dawg from Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got your back, the fools play"
I rolled with Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I the ho responsible
The still alive in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his and shot the doctor too
See my in the game, thugging and things
He plugged me with a dame who was
Gave the ass up, I'ma daddy Soprano
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
Should of never tippy-toed, my eyes were closed
Opening the room do', to let her goons in
But I moved in a manner, on Jet Li shit
I let the hammers blow, wet three
See honey thought I had something to do, with all the
I was with a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, told him I fucking with you
He cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers

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