Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young admiration
Prince Queens and Fritz from Harlem
legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky was the 70's
But there's a list of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough side of
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 gon' bust you"
I was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled I
If God sent him, two squad cars entered the block
And looked at us, I ain't flinch they watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I gave my life to what the dice do
man, throwing them bones
Hoping my ace get his thrown
His girl wait for him, she in the world straight hoeing
While he looking at centerfolds of pretty
Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's living
The D.A. who tried him was
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
Walks in the courtroom, the look in his is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the back
I want to crack a when I see him
up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a court officer's gun and squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, leaving everybody

Some niggas fuck they enemies in they ass when catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so test 'em
They you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget
Sold CD's platinum, met mo' execs
niggas, independent label, real killers
Know the business, ran for years, now they chilling
They had the coke game something
Sold music out the trunk of they car, that amazed 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 back 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 don't play"
I rolled 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 and shot the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, thugging and
He plugged me with a who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, mack daddy Soprano
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
Should of never tippy-toed, my eyes were closed
Opening the hotel 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 I had something to do, with all the drama
Cause I was with a crew, had her people killed
up my cousin, told him I ain't fucking with you
He responded cool, but told me out here this how

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