Luyện nghe bài hát Get On Dis Motorcycle

AH!

[Females voices

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

[Verse 1 - Petey
One of the illest rhymers ever came outta 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)
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)
Look at me now, it down
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 both (back here in Carolina)
the hell did you find 'em? (boy is an animal)
His is incredible, style is bananas
I just wanna go to the Grammy's and I 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 your hips on in the big ass (y'all ready)

[motorcycle

[Verse 2 - Petey
On the hurl and dirt road, big ass pot holes
Lay in a - old home, lay in a - screen
Car in the back yard, dog tied up
Ain't it in years, sittin on nothin
crunk mosquito buckets, hot wood heaters
Hooked up Honda Accord, house speakers
Bag, phone and beeper, corduroys and
Pit Spike and them shell toe Adidas
You know shit 'bout Petey (Petey)
definition of the greasy, grimy and gritty
You fittin to sellin drugs for another nigga
Always lookin at me like your trigger finger
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 cause if I keep on the way I'm feelin
I'ma blow up in this

[Chorus - 2X - w/ ad

3 - Bubba Sparxxx]
Twenty-seven to my name, headed up
85 pissy drunk, Petey still me drive
Left off LaGrange, passin through Squattenburg
On the way to High and my speech 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 just a bump, shit you dented my Ferrari
Don't the law, shit is rented, look I'm sorry
All we have done in the name of the
Gave these ugly somethin to "Raise Up" about
But I'm still unfulfilled, since my still drivin
That school bus, know that Bubba still strivin
I want me a label, want me a
Timmy can't give it to me, Jimmy spit it to me
Rest though, the day is approachin
When these old country boys just playin, they coachin

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

- 2X