Luyện nghe bài hát Get Down

New streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the boys admiration
Prince from Queens and Fritz from
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood starving
Pushing cars, Barnes was the 70's
But there's a long of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough side of
Livest kings, some died, one guy, one
One day grabs me, as I'm to blast heat
40-side of Vernon, I turned he asked me
"What you up to, the cops gon' you"
I was a teen drunk off brew, I wondered
If God sent him, cause two squad entered the block
And looked at us, I flinch when they watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my
Staring at a young disciple, I gave my life to what the dice do
Yeah man, them bones
my ace get his case thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world hoeing
While he looking at of pretty girls
Showing they little cooch, gangstas 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, it's real for the
Walks in the courtroom, the in his eyes is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the back
I want to crack a when 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, out, nobody leaving everybody

Some fuck they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass are dangerous, so don't test 'em
They you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget
CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggas, independent label, real
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they
They had the game something crazy
music out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me
Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to them
Southern niggas slow, nigga tried to play me
I left from around them dudes, 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 wrote my dawg Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got your back, the fools play"
I rolled with some down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I the ho responsible
The nigga alive in a hospital
Midnight crept in his room and shot the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, and things
He plugged me 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 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 honey I had something to do, with all the drama
I was with a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, told him I ain't with you
He responded cool, but told me out this how motherfuckers

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