Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol
And Mason, gave the young boys admiration
Prince from and Fritz from Harlem
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 of things
Livest kings, some died, one guy, one
One day me, as I'm about to blast heat
40-side of Vernon, I turned well he me
"What you up to, the cops bust you"
I was a drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God sent him, cause two cars entered the block
And looked at us, I ain't flinch when watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the do
Yeah man, throwing bones
Hoping my ace get his thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world hoeing
he looking at centerfolds of pretty girls
Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's living
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 hearing is over, it's for the soldier
in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the aisle
I to crack a smile when I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a court officer's gun and started
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leaving

Some niggas fuck they in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass are dangerous, so don't test 'em
make you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget
Sold double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, independent label, real
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they
They had the coke something crazy
Sold music out the trunk of car, that shit amazed me
Put me heron blunts, sherm or something
a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them
Southern ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
I left from around them dudes, they cool but crazy
Now I'm back 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 your back, the fools play"
I rolled with some Crips down to a funeral
Never saw so men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga alive in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his and shot 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, I'ma mack daddy
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 moved in a manner, on some Jet Li
I let the hammers blow, wet kids
See honey thought I had to do, with all the drama
Cause I was with a crew, 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 gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?
How we gon' 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
Somebody gotta a change