Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys
Prince Queens and Fritz 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
Worldwide on the side of things
Livest kings, some died, one guy, one
One day me, as I'm about to blast heat
of Vernon, I turned well 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 they watched
I it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed 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 case
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the straight hoeing
While he 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, his mother during the case
Hung jury, now the D.A. is being
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 back
I to crack a smile when I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his
He a court officer's gun and started squeezing
Then he the judge, screams out, nobody leaving everybody

niggas fuck they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass are dangerous, so don't test 'em
They make you, disappear, this a year that I forget
CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, independent label, real
the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chilling
They had the coke game something
Sold music out the trunk of car, that shit amazed me
Put me onto heron blunts, or something
a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them
Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga to play me
I left from around them dudes, they cool but they
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 your back, the don't play"
I with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I the ho responsible
The nigga alive in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his room and the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, and things
He plugged me a dame who was half-Mexicano
the ass up, I'ma 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 in a manner, on some Jet Li shit
I let the blow, wet three kids
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, told him I fucking with you
He responded cool, but told me out here this how

All I gotta say is that
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 is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
gotta make a change