Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys
from Queens and Fritz 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
kings, some died, one guy, one time
One day grabs me, as I'm 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, two squad cars entered the block
And looked at us, I ain't when they watched
I took it upstairs, the mirror, brushed my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to 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 looking at centerfolds of pretty
Showing little cooch, gangstas don't die he's living proof
The D.A. who him was lying
A dude, killed his mother during the case
Hung jury, now the D.A. is replaced
hearing is over, it's real for the soldier
Walks in the courtroom, the in his eyes is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the aisle
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
he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leaving everybody

Some niggas fuck enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass are dangerous, so don't test 'em
They you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget
CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, label, real killers
the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chilling
They had the coke game something
music out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me
Put me onto 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 they
Now I'm back the old school 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 with some down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga still in a hospital
Midnight crept in his room 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, mack daddy Soprano
She passed me the indigo, but the
Should of never tippy-toed, thought my were 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 I had something to do, with all the drama
Cause I was with a crew, 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 gon' get up if how we get down?
A shame when you ain't at it
My folk is yo' folk, but we all
Somebody gotta make a