Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys
Prince Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the kept the hood from starving
cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's
But there's a list of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the side of things
kings, some died, one guy, one time
One day me, as I'm about to blast heat
of Vernon, I turned well he asked me
"What you up to, the gon' bust you"
I was a teen off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God sent him, cause two squad cars entered the
And looked at us, I flinch when they watched
I it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I gave my life to what the dice do
Yeah man, throwing them
Hoping my ace get his thrown
His girl ain't for him, she in the world straight hoeing
While he looking at centerfolds of pretty
Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's proof
The D.A. who him was lying
A white dude, killed his mother during the
jury, now the D.A. is being replaced
Pre-trial hearing is over, real for the soldier
Walks in the courtroom, the look in his is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the back
I want to crack a when I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his
He grabbed a court officer's gun and started
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody everybody

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

All I really say is that
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 is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
Somebody make a change