Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol
And Pappy Mason, gave the young admiration
Prince from Queens and from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from
cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's
But there's a long list of celebrities
on the thorough side of things
Livest kings, died, one guy, one time
One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast
40-side of Vernon, I turned he asked me
"What you up to, the cops 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 flinch when 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, throwing bones
Hoping my ace get his thrown
His girl wait for him, she in the world straight hoeing
While he looking at centerfolds of girls
Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's proof
The D.A. who tried him was
A dude, killed his mother during the case
Hung jury, now the D.A. is 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 a smile 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 squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leaving

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 forget
Sold CD's double platinum, met mo'
Southern niggas, label, real killers
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 onto blunts, sherm or something
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch
niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
I from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy
Now I'm around 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 fools play"
I rolled some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho
The nigga still in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his room and the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, thugging and
He plugged me a dame who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, mack daddy Soprano
She passed me the indigo, but the
Should of never tippy-toed, my eyes were closed
Opening the hotel do', to let her goons in
But I in a manner, on some Jet Li shit
I let the hammers blow, wet three
See honey thought I had something to do, all the drama
Cause I was a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, him I ain't fucking with you
He responded cool, but told me out this how motherfuckers

All I really gotta say is
If that's how our people get down, how we ever gon' get up?
How we ever gon' get up if that's how we get
A shame when you look at it
My is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
gotta make a change