Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pete
And Pappy Mason, the young boys admiration
Prince from and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky was the 70's
But there's a long of high-profile celebrities
on the thorough side of things
Livest kings, died, one guy, one time
One day me, as I'm about to blast heat
40-side of Vernon, I turned he asked me
"What you up to, the cops gon' you"
I was a drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God him, cause two squad cars entered the block
And looked at us, I ain't flinch when they
I took it upstairs, the mirror, brushed my hair
Staring at a disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do
Yeah man, throwing bones
Hoping my ace get his thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world hoeing
While he at centerfolds of pretty girls
Showing they cooch, gangstas don't die he's living proof
The D.A. who him was lying
A white dude, his mother 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, cause all we want is his
He grabbed a court officer's gun and squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leaving

niggas fuck they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so test 'em
They make you, disappear, this a year that I forget
Sold double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, label, real killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they
They had the game 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 to punch them
Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to me
I from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy
Now I'm back around the old school that 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
saw so many 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 dame who was
Gave the ass up, mack daddy Soprano
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
Should of tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed
the hotel room do', to let her goons in
But I moved in a manner, on Jet Li shit
I let the hammers blow, wet kids
See honey thought I had something to do, all the drama
Cause I was with a crew, that had her people
Called up my cousin, told him I ain't with you
He cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers

All I really gotta say is
If that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever get up?
How we ever gon' get up if how we get down?
A when you ain't look at it
My folk is yo' folk, but we all
Somebody gotta a change