Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys
from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from
Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the
But there's a long list of celebrities
on the thorough side of things
Livest kings, 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 gon' bust you"
I was a teen drunk off brew, I wondered
If God sent him, cause two cars entered the block
And at us, I ain't flinch when they watched
I took it upstairs, the mirror, brushed my hair
at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do
Yeah man, them bones
my ace get his case thrown
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 living proof
The D.A. who him was lying
A white dude, his mother during the case
Hung jury, now the D.A. is replaced
Pre-trial hearing is over, real for the soldier
Walks in the courtroom, the in his eyes is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the aisle
I want to crack a when I see him
Throw up a for black power, cause all we want is his freedom
He a court officer's gun and started squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody everybody

niggas fuck they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so don't 'em
They make you, disappear, this a year I won't forget
Sold CD's double platinum, met mo'
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, shit amazed me
Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to them
niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
I left from around 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 from Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got your back, the fools play"
I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw
Never saw so men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The still alive in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his and shot the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, thugging and
He plugged me with a who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, I'ma mack Soprano
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
Should of never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were
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 kids
See honey thought I had 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 this how motherfuckers

All I really gotta say is
If how our people gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?
How we ever get up if that's how we get down?
A when you ain't look at it
My is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
Somebody gotta a change