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 on the floor motherfucker
the fuck you gon' do?
(Get on down)
Pick it up, it up
it up, pick it up
(Get on down)
Pick it up, it up

While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in
The double-S vest wreck the discotheque
Sit back relax and my Squad kick tacks
Then tap man back and be like "Did you see that??"
Ahh yes, from the North South East West
Hold your nose and take a deep breath,
We bless, mics, three a day
Three times a night, it all equals subliminal
Strictly laughing at
Lyrics for years 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, must we forget, I
All that wild shit, that rrraahh shit
That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now
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 and tecs
And Def Squad always got fly shit on deck
(Get on down)
Say what? Got some fly on deck
(Get on down)
Say WHAT? Got fly shit on deck
P.P.P. got the Glocks and
And Def Squad always got some fly shit on
(Get down)

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

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

Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of real MC's
We pull Joints like and blow crews to degrees
Then we buy G's a half 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 sports of all
spark buddah on the front porch
At courts,
S-P-O-T, the Solo type remedy
Then freeze.... (Get on down) hah,
was I? Oh yes
Sippin on Cristal with fingers up bitch dress
Don't play cause jealousy make folks act loc
nigga smoked from impression
Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're
Spit, sixteen bits, come
And I still walk around with the up
Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the
Drop shit, it's a topic
How I stay mo' bent than arches
And uptown got the la-la
And bad ass hoes with Reeboks
But still, I walk with the grill
niggas be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real
I havin that, I'm clappin shit
Fuck this shit, I cause accidents
To any, MC who wonder got in me
To get busy, it's simply and Remi
It don't stop, Def crew is hot
up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on
(Get on down)