Luyện nghe bài hát Get On Dis Motorcycle

AH!

[Females voices

[Petey - talking]
ready ..
Y'all ..
Y'all ..

[Verse 1 - Petey
One of the illest rhymers that ever came outta Carolina, put this shit
on the map
Went back got two states, crammed way to the back
and brought 'em up to the the rest of 'em at (cause I can do that)
Granddaddy was real strong, was in the Army
I was a bad motherfucker, slightly
Mentally institutionalized, the '85
Buildin tree houses (that the wind couldn't down)
at me now, holdin it down
Doin it well, I ain't triple yet (but ain't gon' worry 'bout it)
I'm wearin the good crown, man I'm the president
And reppin both (back here in Carolina)
Where the did you find 'em? (boy is an animal)
His flow is incredible, style is
I just wanna go to the Grammy's and I care if I win
Just to say I've 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)

engine]

[Verse 2 - Petey
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
Ain't drove it in years, sittin on
Spit crunk mosquito buckets, hot heaters
Hooked up Honda Accord, house speakers
Bag, phone and beeper, and sneakers
Pit Spike Lee's and shell toe Adidas
You know shit 'bout Petey (Petey)
Real definition of the greasy, grimy and
You really to sellin drugs for another nigga
Always lookin at me your trigger finger itchin
I give ya my best witness, you come to handle your business
You better be to get it, cause I don't be bullshittin
I'm up into plastic bottles if I keep on feelin the way I'm feelin
blow up in this motherfucker

[Chorus - 2X - w/ ad

[Verse 3 - Bubba
Twenty-seven dollars to my name, up
85 pissy drunk, Petey still made me
Left off from LaGrange, passin through
On the way to Point and my speech startin to slur
tell 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 just a little bump, shit you my Ferrari
Don't call the law, shit is rented, I'm sorry
All we done in the name of the south
Gave these ugly motherfuckers to "Raise Up" about
But I'm still unfulfilled, my daddy still drivin
That fuckin school bus, know that still strivin
I want me a label, me a mansion
Timmy can't give it to me, Jimmy ain't it to me
assure though, the day is approachin
When these old country boys ain't just playin, coachin

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

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