Luyện nghe bài hát Pick It Up

(Get on down)
Pick it up, it up
Pick it up, it up
(Get on down)
it up, pick it up
Pick it up, it up
If you find a bag of weed on the 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 a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check
The double-S vest wreck the discotheque
Sit back relax and while my Squad tacks
Then tap man back and be like "Did you see that??"
Ahh yes, from the North South East West
your 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 ten deep
be like "Ahh he changed his style up"
Shut the up, ya still a dick-ridah
It's nine-six so get it
that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin
Listen, must we forget, I
All that wild shit, that rrraahh shit
That jump up and ready to fuck up now shit
Brick City!! Is where I get kid
Peace to all my smokers on Prince
Fuck what ya heard, Brick 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 shit on
(Get on down)
Say WHAT? Got fly shit on deck
P.P.P. got the Glocks and
And Def Squad always got some fly on deck
(Get down)

First of all, be on my balls, straight up
Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole up
Bay Area, up your Las Vegas
To all MC's, I love it you hate us
Drop skills might send wind chill factors
through Patterson, J.C
And
Step and get blackened
The assassin, da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote
While you still puzzled how my runs
Your whole played out, admit 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 King's
Doin over seventy, in a Hyundai,
Give em a good reason to open
Back, nobody got the Red
Been a weirdo ever since the said PUSH
Def Squad skills make it to overlook me
That's why the hardcore promoters book me
You shook G, 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 bitch out on the fuckin' ground
What the 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 real MC's
We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to
Then we buy G's with a half a pound of MC's
We bag for cheese to get weed
Smoke indoneez I'm milky Magnese
Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest car thieves
Guzzlin for sports of all sorts
Nonchalant 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 play close cause jealousy folks act loc
Another nigga from impression
Second guessin my verbal weapon, lettin
Spit, sixteen bits, come
And I still walk around the hooked up
Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the
Drop shit, a microscopic topic
How I stay mo' than McDonald arches
And uptown got the spots
And bad ass with 54-11 Reeboks
But still, I around with the grill
Cause 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 what got in me
To get busy, it's simply and Remi
It don't stop, Def Squad is hot
Fillin up your with supreme octane, and it's on
(Get on down)