Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the boys admiration
Prince from and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs the hood from starving
cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's
But there's a list of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough side of
kings, some died, one guy, one time
One day grabs me, as I'm to blast heat
40-side of Vernon, I turned he asked me
"What you up to, the cops bust 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 when watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my
Staring at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to the dice do
man, throwing them bones
Hoping my ace get his thrown
His girl ain't for him, she in the world straight hoeing
While he at centerfolds of pretty girls
Showing they little cooch, don't die he's living proof
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, it's for the soldier
in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the aisle
I to crack a smile when I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his
He grabbed a officer's gun and started squeezing
Then he the judge, screams out, nobody leaving everybody

Some niggas fuck they enemies in they ass when catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so don't 'em
They make you, disappear, this a year that I won't
CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, independent label, killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now 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 niggas ain't slow, tried to play me
I left around them dudes, they cool 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 back, the fools don't play"
I rolled with some down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga alive in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his room and shot the too
See my cousin's in the game, thugging and
He plugged me a dame who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, I'ma mack Soprano
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
Should of tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed
Opening the room do', to let her goons in
But I in a manner, on some Jet Li shit
I let the hammers blow, wet three
See honey thought I had 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 cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers

All I gotta say is that
If how our people gon' 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 folk is yo' folk, but we all
gotta make a change