Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pete
And Pappy Mason, the young boys admiration
Prince Queens and Fritz 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
Livest kings, died, one guy, one time
One day grabs me, as I'm to blast heat
40-side of Vernon, I turned well he me
"What you up to, the cops gon' you"
I was a drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God sent him, cause two 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 the dice do
Yeah man, throwing bones
Hoping my ace get his thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the straight hoeing
While he looking at of pretty girls
Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die living proof
The D.A. who tried him was
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 back
I want to crack a when I see him
up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a court officer's gun and squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody everybody

Some niggas fuck they in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so don't 'em
make you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget
Sold CD's platinum, met mo' execs
niggas, independent label, real killers
Know the business, ran for years, now they chilling
had the coke game something crazy
Sold music out the trunk of they car, shit amazed me
Put me onto 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 dudes, they cool but they crazy
Now I'm back around the old that raised 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 Crips down to a Crenshaw
Never saw so many men and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga alive in a hospital
Midnight they in his room and shot the doctor too
See my in the game, thugging and things
He me with a dame who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, I'ma mack daddy
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
Should of never tippy-toed, my eyes were closed
Opening the room do', to let her goons in
But I moved in a manner, on Jet Li shit
I let the hammers blow, wet kids
See honey thought I had something to do, with all the
I was with a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, him I ain't fucking with you
He cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers

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