Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Mason, gave the young boys admiration
Prince from Queens and Fritz from
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood starving
Pushing cars, Nicky was the 70's
But there's a list of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough side of
kings, some died, one guy, one time
One day grabs me, as I'm about to heat
of Vernon, I turned well he asked me
"What you up to, the cops bust you"
I was a drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God sent him, cause two squad entered the block
And looked at us, I ain't flinch they watched
I took it upstairs, the mirror, brushed my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I almost my life to what the dice do
Yeah man, 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, don't die he's living proof
The D.A. who tried him was
A white dude, killed his during the case
jury, now the D.A. is being replaced
Pre-trial hearing is over, it's 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
Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his
He grabbed a court gun and started squeezing
he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leaving everybody

Some niggas fuck they in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so don't 'em
They make you, disappear, this a year that I won't
Sold double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, label, real killers
the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chilling
They had the coke game crazy
Sold music out the trunk of they car, that amazed me
Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch
Southern niggas slow, nigga tried to play me
I left from around them dudes, cool but they crazy
Now I'm back around the old that raised me
New gangstas, we lounging, out in L.A. see
A wrote my dawg from Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got your back, the don't play"
I rolled some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho
The nigga still alive in a
Midnight they crept in his room and the doctor too
See my in the game, thugging and things
He me with a dame who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, mack daddy Soprano
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
Should of tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed
Opening the hotel room do', to let her in
But I in a manner, on some Jet Li shit
I let the blow, wet three kids
See honey I had something to do, with all the drama
Cause I was a crew, that had her people killed
up my cousin, told him I ain't fucking with you
He responded cool, but me out here this how motherfuckers

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