Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys
Prince Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Barnes was the 70's
But there's a list of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the side of things
Livest kings, died, one guy, one time
One day grabs me, as I'm 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 sent him, cause two cars entered the block
And looked at us, I ain't when they watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my
Staring at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the do
Yeah man, throwing them
Hoping my ace get his case
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world hoeing
While he looking at centerfolds of girls
Showing they little cooch, gangstas 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 being
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 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 grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody everybody

Some niggas fuck enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
niggas are dangerous, so don't test 'em
They make you, disappear, this a year that I won't
Sold CD's platinum, met mo' execs
niggas, independent label, real killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now chilling
had the coke game something crazy
Sold out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me
Put me onto heron blunts, or something
a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them
Southern ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
I left from 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 dude wrote my from Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got your back, the fools play"
I rolled with Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga alive in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his room and shot the too
See my cousin's in the game, and things
He plugged me a dame who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, I'ma daddy Soprano
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
Should of tippy-toed, thought 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 kids
See honey I had something to do, with all the drama
Cause I was a crew, that had her people killed
up my cousin, told him I ain't fucking with you
He responded cool, but me out here this how motherfuckers

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