Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, the young boys admiration
Prince from Queens and from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Barnes was the 70's
But there's a long list of celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough side of
Livest kings, some died, one guy, one
One day grabs me, as I'm about to heat
40-side of Vernon, I turned he asked 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 when they watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my
Staring at a young disciple, I gave my life to what the dice do
man, throwing them bones
Hoping my ace get his case
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world hoeing
While he 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 during the case
Hung jury, now the D.A. is replaced
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 a smile when I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we is his freedom
He grabbed a court gun and started squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, leaving everybody

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

All I gotta say is that
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 ain't at it
My folk is yo' folk, but we all
gotta make a change