Luyện nghe bài hát Get On Dis Motorcycle

AH!

[Females voices

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

1 - Petey Pablo]
One of the illest rhymers that ever came Carolina, put this whole shit
on the map
Went back got two states, y'all way to the back
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, retarded
Mentally institutionalized, the '85
Buildin tree (that the wind couldn't blow down)
Look at me now, holdin it
Doin it well, I ain't platinum yet (but ain't gon' worry 'bout it)
I'm wearin the good crown, man I'm the president
And reppin states (back here in Carolina)
Where the did you find 'em? (boy is an animal)
His flow is incredible, is bananas
I just wanna go to the and I don't care if I win
to say I've been god dammit (god dammit)

[Chorus - Petey - 2X]
Get on dis
Get on dis
And that way you can 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 and dirt road, them big ass pot holes
Lay in a - old home, lay in a - doors
Car in the back yard, dog chain up
Ain't drove it in years, sittin on
Spit crunk buckets, hot wood heaters
Hooked up Honda Accord, house speakers
Bag, and beeper, corduroys and sneakers
Pit Spike and them shell toe Adidas
You don't know shit Petey (Petey)
Real definition of the greasy, and gritty
You really fittin to drugs for another nigga
lookin at me like your trigger finger itchin
I give ya my best witness, when you come to handle your
You better be ready to get it, I don't be bullshittin
I'm up into bottles cause if I keep on feelin the way I'm feelin
I'ma blow up in this

- 2X - w/ ad libs]

[Verse 3 - Bubba
Twenty-seven dollars to my name, up
85 pissy drunk, Petey still 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 stop and say I'm to this dude and this scout
It was just a bump, shit you dented my Ferrari
Don't call the law, shit is rented, look I'm
All we have done in the name of the
Gave ugly motherfuckers 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, want me a
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

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

- 2X