Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young admiration
Prince Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky was the 70's
But there's a list of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the side of things
kings, some died, one guy, one time
One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast
40-side of Vernon, I well he asked me
"What you up to, the cops bust you"
I was a teen drunk off brew, I wondered
If God sent him, cause two squad cars the block
And looked at us, I ain't when they watched
I it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the do
Yeah man, throwing them
Hoping my ace get his thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world hoeing
While he looking at of pretty girls
Showing they cooch, gangstas don't die he's living proof
The D.A. who him was lying
A white dude, killed his mother during the
Hung jury, now the D.A. is replaced
Pre-trial is over, it's real for the soldier
in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the back
I want to a smile when I see him
up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a officer's gun and started squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, leaving everybody

niggas fuck they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so test 'em
They make you, disappear, a year that I won't forget
CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, independent label, killers
Know the business, ran for years, now they chilling
had the coke game something crazy
Sold music out the trunk of car, that shit amazed me
Put me heron blunts, sherm or something
a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them
Southern ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
I left from around them dudes, they cool but crazy
Now I'm around the old school that 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 don't play"
I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw
Never saw so many men and I knew the ho responsible
The still 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 with a who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, mack daddy Soprano
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
Should of never tippy-toed, thought my 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 something to do, all the drama
Cause I was a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, told him I ain't fucking 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 ever 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
gotta make a change