Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young admiration
Prince from Queens and from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood starving
Pushing cars, Nicky was the 70's
But a long 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 heat
40-side of Vernon, I turned well he me
"What you up to, the cops gon' you"
I was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled I
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 bathroom mirror, brushed my
Staring at a young disciple, I gave my life to what the dice do
Yeah man, throwing them
Hoping my ace get his case
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the straight hoeing
he looking at centerfolds of pretty girls
Showing little 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 being
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 aisle
I want to 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 grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leaving

Some niggas they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so test '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 they
They had the coke game crazy
Sold music out the trunk of they car, that shit me
Put me onto blunts, sherm or something
a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them
Southern niggas ain't slow, tried to play me
I left from around them dudes, they cool but 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 your back, the don't play"
I rolled with some down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho
The nigga alive in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his room and the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, and things
He plugged me with a dame who was
the ass up, I'ma mack daddy Soprano
She passed me the indigo, but the
Should of tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed
Opening the hotel room do', to let her in
But I moved in a manner, on Jet Li shit
I let the blow, wet three kids
See honey thought I had something to do, with all the
Cause I was with a crew, had her people killed
Called up my cousin, told him I ain't with you
He cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers

All I really gotta say is
If that's how our gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?
How we ever get up if that's how we get down?
A shame when you look at it
My is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
Somebody make a change