Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young admiration
Prince from Queens and Fritz Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from
Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the
But there's a long list of celebrities
Worldwide on the side of things
Livest kings, died, one guy, one time
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 teen off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God sent him, cause two squad cars entered the
And at us, I ain't flinch when they watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, my hair
Staring at a young disciple, I almost my life to what the dice do
man, throwing them bones
Hoping my ace get his thrown
His ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoeing
While he looking at centerfolds of girls
Showing they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's living
The D.A. who him was lying
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
in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the back
I want to a smile 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, screams out, leaving everybody

Some niggas fuck they enemies in they ass when catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so test 'em
They make you, disappear, this a year that I forget
Sold double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, label, real killers
the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chilling
They had the coke game something
Sold music out the trunk of they car, 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, nigga to play me
I left around 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 don't play"
I rolled with some Crips to a Crenshaw funeral
saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The still alive in a hospital
they crept in his room and shot the doctor too
See my in the game, thugging and things
He me with a dame who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, I'ma mack daddy
She passed me the indigo, but the
of never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed
Opening the hotel room do', to let her 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
Cause I was with a crew, that had her killed
Called up my cousin, told him I fucking with you
He responded cool, but me out here this how motherfuckers

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