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 a bag of weed 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

I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check
The vest nigga wreck the discotheque
Sit back and while my Squad kick tacks
Then tap man back and be like "Did you see that??"
Ahh yes, comin the North South East West
Hold your nose and 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 that run than ten deep
be like "Ahh he changed his style up"
Shut the fuck up, ya a dick-ridah
It's nine-six so get it
Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that Squad was Hit-tin
Listen, we forget, I originated
All that wild shit, that rrraaoowww shit
That up and ready 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 and tecs
And Def Squad got some fly shit on deck
(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 Glocks and
And Def Squad always got fly shit on deck
(Get down)

First of all, MC's be on my balls, up
Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole up
Bay Area, roll up your Las
To all MC's, I it that you hate us
Drop skills might send wind chill factors
through Patterson, J.C
And
uncorrect and get blackened
The assassin, find da by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I funds
you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your vocabulary's played out, admit it
Still wack if it out my mouth 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 Alcatraz
Back, got the Red shook
Been a ever since the doctor said PUSH
Def Squad skills make it hard to me
That's why the hardcore still 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
it up, pick 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 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
we buy G's with a half 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 for sports of all sorts
Nonchalant spark 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 fingers up your bitch dress
play close cause jealousy make folks act loc
Another nigga smoked impression
Second my verbal weapon, you're lettin
Spit, bits, come equipped
And I still walk with the hooked up
Motorola flip on my hip, the government
shit, it's a microscopic topic
How I mo' bent than McDonald arches
And uptown got the la-la
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 that, I'm clappin shit
Fuck this rappin shit, I accidents
To any, MC who wonder got in me
To get busy, it's Ginger and Remi
It don't stop, Def Squad is hot
Fillin up your brain with octane, and it's on
(Get on down)