Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, the young boys admiration
Prince Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from
Pushing cars, Nicky was the 70's
But there's a long list of celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough side of
Livest kings, some died, one guy, one
One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast
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 flinch when they watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I almost gave my to what the dice do
Yeah man, throwing them
my ace get his case thrown
His girl ain't for him, she in the world straight hoeing
While he at centerfolds of pretty 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 replaced
Pre-trial is over, it's real 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 power, cause all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a officer's gun and started squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody 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 won't
CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, independent label, killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now chilling
They had the game something crazy
Sold out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me
Put me onto blunts, sherm or something
Took a puff, what the fuck, I to punch them
niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
I left from around 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 dawg Pelican Bay
The say, "Nas I got your back, the fools don't play"
I rolled with some Crips to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I the ho responsible
The nigga still alive in a
Midnight they crept in his and shot the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, and things
He plugged me with a dame who was
Gave the ass up, I'ma mack Soprano
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
Should of never tippy-toed, thought my eyes closed
the hotel room do', to let her goons in
But I in a manner, on some Jet Li shit
I let the hammers blow, wet kids
See thought I had something to do, with 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 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 gon' 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
Somebody gotta make a