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

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

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

First of all, MC's be on my balls, up
hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up
Bay Area, up your Las Vegas
To all MC's, I love it that you us
Drop skills that might wind chill factors
through Patterson, J.C
And
Step and get blackened
The assassin, find da MC's by the men
I don't tote I tote funds
While you puzzled how my antidote runs
whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
Still if it came out my mouth and I spit it (Get on down)
You me of school on a Sunday
No class, all King's down
over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast
Give em a good to open Alcatraz
Back, got the Red shook
Been a weirdo ever since the doctor PUSH
Def skills make 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 passed out on the fuckin' ground
the fuck you gon do
Pick her up, her up
(Get on down)
I keep it fly
Fly fly (5X)
(Get on down)

Aiyyo, ride the dick of these real MC's
We pull Joints like Spike and blow to degrees
Then we buy G's with a a pound of dope MC's
We bag for cheese to get weed
indoneez I'm milky like Magnese
Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car
Guzzlin quart for of all sorts
spark buddah on the front porch
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 up your bitch dress
Don't close cause jealousy make folks act loc
Another nigga smoked impression
guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin
Spit, sixteen bits, equipped
And I walk around with the hooked up
flip on my hip, fuck the government
Drop shit, it's a topic
How I stay mo' bent than arches
And uptown got the la-la
And bad ass hoes 54-11 Reeboks
But still, I around with the grill
Cause niggas be by this hip-hop shit for real
I havin that, I'm clappin shit
this rappin shit, I cause accidents
To any, MC who what got in me
To get busy, simply Ginger and Remi
It don't stop, Def Squad is hot
Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and on
(Get on down)