Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll like Pistol Pete
And Mason, gave the young boys admiration
Prince from and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the kept the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Barnes was the 70's
But there's a long list of high-profile
on the thorough 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 well he asked me
"What you up to, the cops gon' you"
I was a teen drunk off brew, I wondered
If God him, cause two squad cars entered the block
And at us, I ain't flinch 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
man, throwing them bones
Hoping my ace get his case
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the straight hoeing
While he looking at centerfolds of girls
Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's living
The D.A. who him was lying
A white dude, killed his mother during the
Hung jury, now the D.A. is being
Pre-trial is over, it's real for the soldier
Walks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is
Triple-homicide, I sit in the aisle
I want to a smile 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
he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leaving everybody

Some niggas fuck they enemies in ass when they catch 'em
niggas are dangerous, so don't test 'em
They make you, disappear, this a that I won't forget
Sold CD's platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, label, real killers
the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chilling
They had the coke something crazy
Sold music out the trunk of car, that shit amazed me
Put me onto heron blunts, or something
Took a puff, what the fuck, I to punch them
Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to me
I left 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 dude wrote my dawg Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got your back, the 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 still alive in a
Midnight crept in his room and shot the doctor 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 daddy
She passed me the indigo, but the
Should of never tippy-toed, thought my were closed
Opening the hotel room do', to let her in
But I in a manner, on some Jet Li shit
I let the hammers blow, wet three
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, told him I fucking with you
He responded cool, but told me out here 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 how we get down?
A shame you ain't look at it
My is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
Somebody make a change