Luyện nghe bài hát Pick It Up

(Get on down)
Pick it up, it up
it up, pick it up
(Get on down)
Pick it up, it up
it up, pick it up
If you find a bag of weed on the floor
What the you gon' do?
(Get on down)
it up, pick it up
Pick it up, it up
(Get on down)
Pick it up, it up

While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the in check
The double-S nigga wreck the discotheque
Sit back and while my Squad kick tacks
Then tap your man and be like "Did you see that??"
Ahh yes, comin from the North South West
Hold your nose and take a breath, recess
We bless, mics, three a day
Three a night, it all equals subliminal sequels
laughing at MC's
Lyrics for that run more than ten deep
Niggas be like "Ahh he his style up"
Shut the up, ya still a dick-ridah
nine-six so get wit' it
Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that Squad was Hit-tin
Listen, we forget, I originated
All that wild shit, that rrraahh shit
That jump up and ready to fuck up now shit
Brick City!! Is I get down kid
Peace to all my smokers on Prince
Fuck what ya heard, Brick runs shit

(Get on down)
P.P.P. got the and tecs
And Def Squad always got some fly on deck
(Get on down)
Say what? Got some fly on deck
(Get on down)
Say Got some fly shit on deck
P.P.P. got the and tecs
And Def always got some fly shit on deck
(Get down)

of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up
Pubic and everything, lick the whole plate up
Bay Area, up your Las Vegas
To all MC's, I it that you hate us
Drop skills that might send chill factors
Back Patterson, J.C
And
Step and get blackened
The assassin, da MC's by the jazz men
I don't guns I tote funds
While you puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, it
Still wack if it came out my and I spit it (Get on down)
You remind me of school on a
No class, beatin all down
Doin over seventy, in a Hyundai,
Give em a good reason to open
Back, nobody got the Red
Been a weirdo ever the doctor said PUSH
Def Squad skills it hard to overlook me
That's why the hardcore promoters book me
You G, word up, hah hah

(Get on down)
If you see a bag of weed on the floor
What the you gon do
Pick it up, it up
(Get on down)
If you see a bitch passed out on the ground
the fuck you gon do
Pick her up, her up
(Get on down)
I it fly y'all
Fly fly (5X)
(Get on down)

Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these MC's
We pull Joints like Spike and crews to degrees
Then we buy G's a half a pound of dope MC's
We bag for cheese to get weed
Smoke indoneez I'm milky like
Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car
Guzzlin for sports of all sorts
Nonchalant spark buddah on the front
At courts,
S-P-O-T, feel the type remedy
freeze.... (Get on down) hah, ha-hah
was I? Oh yes
Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch
Don't play close cause jealousy make act loc
Another nigga from impression
Second guessin my verbal weapon, lettin
Spit, sixteen bits, equipped
And I still walk around the hooked up
flip on my hip, fuck the government
Drop shit, a microscopic topic
How I stay mo' than McDonald arches
And uptown got the spots
And bad ass hoes 54-11 Reeboks
But still, I walk with the grill
Cause niggas be blinded by this hip-hop shit for
I ain't havin that, I'm clappin
Fuck rappin shit, I cause accidents
To any, MC who wonder got in me
To get busy, it's simply and Remi
It stop, Def Squad crew is hot
Fillin up your brain supreme octane, and it's on
(Get on down)