Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New York where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, the young boys admiration
from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the
But a long list of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough of things
kings, some died, one guy, one time
One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast
40-side of Vernon, I turned well he me
"What you up to, the cops gon' you"
I was a drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God sent him, cause two squad cars 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 gave my life to what the dice do
Yeah man, throwing bones
Hoping my ace get his thrown
His girl ain't for him, she in the world straight hoeing
While he looking at centerfolds of girls
Showing they little cooch, gangstas die he's living proof
The D.A. who him was lying
A dude, killed his mother 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 eyes is
Triple-homicide, I sit in the back
I want to crack a smile I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a officer's gun and started squeezing
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, leaving everybody

niggas fuck they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so don't 'em
They you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget
Sold double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, independent label, killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they
had the coke game something crazy
Sold music out the trunk of they car, shit amazed me
Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or
Took a puff, the fuck, I turned to punch them
Southern niggas ain't slow, tried to play me
I left from around them dudes, they cool but they
Now I'm back around the old school that me
New gangstas, we lounging, out in L.A. see
A dude wrote my dawg from Bay
The say, "Nas I got your back, the fools don't play"
I rolled with some down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men and I knew the ho responsible
The still alive in a hospital
Midnight crept in his room 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 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 in a manner, on some Jet Li shit
I let the blow, wet three kids
See honey thought I had to do, with all the drama
I was with a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, told him I fucking with you
He cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers

All I really gotta say is
If how our people gon' get down, how we ever gon' 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
Somebody gotta a change