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
What the fuck you 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 in check
The double-S nigga wreck the discotheque
Sit back relax and while my Squad kick
tap your man back and be like "Did you see that??"
Ahh yes, from 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 subliminal
laughing at MC's
Lyrics for years run more than ten deep
Niggas be "Ahh he changed his style up"
the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah
It's so get wit' it
Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other was Hit-tin
Listen, we forget, I originated
All that wild shit, rrraahh rrraaoowww shit
That jump up and to fuck shit up now shit
City!! Is where I get down kid
Peace to all my buddah smokers on
Fuck ya heard, Brick City runs shit

(Get on down)
P.P.P. got the Glocks and
And Def Squad always got some fly shit on
(Get on down)
Say what? Got some fly on deck
(Get on down)
Say WHAT? Got some fly on deck
P.P.P. got the and tecs
And Def Squad always got 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, roll up your Las
To all MC's, I love it that you us
skills that might send wind chill factors
Back Patterson, J.C
And
Step and get blackened
The assassin, find da MC's by the men
I don't tote guns I funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote
Your whole vocabulary's out, admit it
wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it (Get on down)
You me of school on a Sunday
No class, beatin all King's
Doin seventy, in a Hyundai, blast
em a good reason to open Alcatraz
Back, nobody got the Red
Been a weirdo since the doctor said PUSH
Def Squad make it hard to overlook me
That's why the hardcore promoters still me
You G, word up, hah hah

(Get on down)
If you see a bag of weed on the motherfucker
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, don't ride the dick of these MC's
We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to
Then we buy G's with a a pound of dope MC's
We bag for cheese to get weed
Smoke I'm milky like Magnese
Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car
Guzzlin quart for of all sorts
Nonchalant spark buddah on the front
At courts,
S-P-O-T, feel the Solo 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 folks act loc
Another nigga from impression
Second my verbal weapon, you're lettin
Spit, sixteen bits, equipped
And I still 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 be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real
I ain't havin that, I'm shit
Fuck this rappin shit, I cause
To any, MC who wonder got in me
To get busy, it's Ginger and Remi
It don't stop, Def Squad is hot
up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on
(Get on down)