Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young admiration
Prince Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood starving
Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the
But there's a list of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the side of things
Livest kings, some died, one guy, one
One day grabs me, as I'm to blast heat
40-side of Vernon, I turned well he me
"What you up to, the cops gon' you"
I was a teen off brew, stumbled 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 bathroom mirror, brushed my
Staring at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to the dice do
Yeah man, throwing bones
Hoping my ace get his case
His girl ain't for him, she in the world straight hoeing
While he looking at centerfolds of girls
Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die living proof
The D.A. who him was lying
A white dude, killed his mother the case
Hung jury, now the D.A. is replaced
hearing is over, it's real for the soldier
Walks in the courtroom, the look in his is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the back
I want to a smile when I see him
Throw up a for black power, cause all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a court officer's gun and squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leaving

Some niggas they 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
Southern niggas, label, real killers
Know the business, ran for years, now they chilling
They had the game something crazy
Sold music out the trunk of they car, that shit me
Put me heron blunts, sherm or something
Took a puff, what the fuck, I to punch them
Southern niggas slow, nigga tried to play me
I left from 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 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 men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga still in a hospital
Midnight they in his room and shot the doctor too
See my in the game, thugging and things
He me with a dame who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, mack daddy Soprano
She passed me the indigo, but the
of never tippy-toed, thought 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, him I ain't fucking with you
He cool, but told 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 gon' get up if how we get down?
A shame you ain't look at it
My is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
Somebody make a change