Luyện nghe bài hát Get On Dis Motorcycle

AH!

[Females voices

Pablo - talking]
Y'all ..
ready ..
Y'all ..

1 - Petey Pablo]
One of the illest rhymers that came outta Carolina, put this whole shit
on the map
Went back got two states, y'all crammed way to the
and 'em up to the where the rest of 'em at (cause I can do that)
was real strong, daddy was in the Army
I was a bad motherfucker, slightly
Mentally institutionalized, the '85
Buildin tree houses (that the couldn't blow down)
Look at me now, holdin it
Doin it well, I ain't triple platinum yet (but gon' worry 'bout it)
I'm wearin the good crown, man I'm the president
And reppin both states (back in Carolina)
Where the hell did you find (boy is an animal)
His flow is incredible, style is
I just wanna go to the and I don't care if I win
Just to say I've been god (god dammit)

[Chorus - Petey - 2X]
Get on dis
Get on dis
And way you can ride wit a ... (y'all ready)

Get on dis
Get on dis
And get your hips on in the big ass (y'all ready)

[motorcycle

2 - Petey Pablo]
On the hurl and road, them big ass pot holes
Lay in a - old home, lay in a - doors
Car in the yard, dog chain tied up
drove it in years, sittin on nothin
Spit mosquito buckets, hot wood heaters
Hooked up Honda Accord, with speakers
Bag, phone and beeper, and sneakers
Pit Lee's and them shell toe Adidas
You don't know 'bout Petey (Petey)
definition of the greasy, grimy and gritty
You really fittin to sellin drugs for another
Always lookin at me like your finger itchin
I give ya my best witness, when you come to handle business
You be ready to get it, cause I don't be bullshittin
I'm up into plastic bottles cause if I keep on the way I'm feelin
I'ma blow up in motherfucker

- 2X - w/ ad libs]

[Verse 3 - Sparxxx]
Twenty-seven dollars to my name, up
85 pissy drunk, Petey made me drive
Left off LaGrange, passin through Squattenburg
On the way to High Point and my speech startin to
Better tell these sons of bitches, boy to move allow for me
To and say I'm sorry to this dude and this scout
It was just a little bump, shit you my Ferrari
Don't the law, shit is rented, look I'm sorry
All we have in the name of the south
these ugly motherfuckers somethin to "Raise Up" about
But I'm still unfulfilled, since my daddy drivin
fuckin school bus, know that Bubba still strivin
I me a label, want me a mansion
Timmy can't it to me, Jimmy ain't spit it to me
Rest though, the day is approachin
When these old boys ain't just playin, they coachin

Pablo - talking]
Get on dis ..
ready, get on dis motorcycle
[motorcycle engine], ready
Get on dis ..
ready
Get on dis motorcycle engine]
HEYYY!

- 2X