Luyện nghe bài hát Get On Dis Motorcycle

AH!

[Females voices

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

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

[Chorus - Pablo - 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

[Verse 2 - Petey
On the and dirt road, them big ass pot holes
Lay in a - old home, lay in a - doors
Car in the back yard, dog tied up
Ain't drove it in years, on nothin
Spit crunk mosquito buckets, hot wood
Hooked up Honda Accord, with house
Bag, phone and beeper, and sneakers
Pit Spike and them shell toe Adidas
You know shit 'bout Petey (Petey)
Real of the greasy, grimy and gritty
You really fittin to sellin drugs for nigga
Always lookin at me your trigger finger itchin
I give ya my best witness, when you come to handle your
You better be ready to get it, cause I don't be
I'm up plastic bottles cause if I keep on feelin the way I'm feelin
I'ma up in this motherfucker

[Chorus - 2X - w/ ad

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

[Petey - talking]
Get on dis ..
Y'all ready, get on dis
[motorcycle engine], ready
Get on dis ..
Y'all
Get on dis [motorcycle engine]
HEYYY!

- 2X