Luyện nghe bài hát Get On Dis Motorcycle

AH!

[Females voices

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

[Verse 1 - Petey
One of the illest rhymers that came outta Carolina, put this whole shit
on the map
Went back got two states, crammed 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 houses (that the wind blow down)
Look at me now, holdin it
Doin it well, I ain't triple yet (but ain't gon' worry 'bout it)
I'm the good damn crown, man I'm the president
And reppin states (back here in Carolina)
Where the hell did you find (boy is an animal)
His is incredible, style 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 - 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 hips on in the big ass truck (y'all ready)

[motorcycle

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

- 2X - w/ ad libs]

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