Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York streets where walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, the young boys admiration
Prince from Queens and from Harlem
Street legends, the kept the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky was the 70's
But there's a long list of celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough of things
Livest kings, died, one guy, one time
One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast
40-side of Vernon, I well he asked me
"What you up to, the cops bust you"
I was a teen drunk off brew, I wondered
If God sent him, cause two squad cars entered the
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
Yeah man, throwing bones
Hoping my ace get his thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight
While he looking at centerfolds of girls
Showing little cooch, gangstas don't die he's living proof
The D.A. who tried him was
A white dude, killed his mother during the
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 eyes is
Triple-homicide, I sit in the aisle
I want to crack a when I see him
Throw up a fist for power, cause all we want is his freedom
He a court officer's gun and started squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, out, nobody leaving everybody

Some niggas fuck they enemies in ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so don't 'em
They make you, disappear, this a that I won't forget
Sold CD's double platinum, met mo'
Southern niggas, label, real killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they
They had the coke game something
Sold out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me
Put me onto heron blunts, or something
Took a puff, the fuck, I turned to punch them
Southern niggas ain't slow, tried to play me
I left from 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 my dawg from Pelican Bay
The say, "Nas I got your back, the fools don't play"
I rolled with Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho
The still alive in a hospital
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
the ass up, I'ma mack daddy Soprano
She me the indigo, but the imbecile
Should of never tippy-toed, thought my were closed
the hotel room do', to let her goons in
But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li
I let the blow, wet three kids
See honey thought I had something to do, with all the
I was with a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, him I ain't fucking with you
He responded cool, but me out here this how motherfuckers

All I really gotta say is
If that's how our gon' 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 is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
gotta make a change