Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young admiration
Prince from and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from
Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the
But there's a long of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough of things
Livest kings, some died, one guy, one
One day grabs me, as I'm about to heat
of Vernon, I turned well he asked me
"What you up to, the gon' bust you"
I was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled I
If God sent him, cause two squad cars the block
And looked at us, I ain't when they watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, my hair
Staring at a disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do
Yeah man, throwing them
my ace get his case thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the straight hoeing
While he looking at centerfolds of girls
Showing they little cooch, don't die he's living proof
The D.A. who him was lying
A white dude, killed his mother the case
jury, now the D.A. is being replaced
Pre-trial hearing is over, real for the soldier
Walks in the courtroom, the in his eyes is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the aisle
I want to crack a smile I see him
up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his freedom
He a court officer's gun and started squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leaving

niggas fuck they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so test 'em
They make you, disappear, a year that I won't forget
Sold CD's platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, independent label, real
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now chilling
They had the coke game something
music out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me
Put me heron blunts, sherm or something
a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them
Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to 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 from Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got your back, the don't play"
I rolled with some Crips to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga still alive in a
Midnight crept in his room and shot the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, and things
He plugged me with a who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, I'ma mack daddy
She passed me the indigo, but the
Should of never tippy-toed, my eyes were closed
Opening the hotel room do', to let her in
But I moved in a manner, on Jet Li shit
I let the hammers blow, wet kids
See honey thought I had something to do, with all the
Cause I was a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, told him I ain't fucking you
He cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers

All I really say is that
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 when you ain't look at it
My folk is yo' folk, but we all
Somebody gotta make a