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

I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check
The double-S vest wreck the discotheque
Sit back relax and while my kick tacks
Then tap man back and be like "Did you see that??"
Ahh yes, comin from the South East West
your nose and take a deep breath, recess
We bless, mics, times a day
Three times a night, it all subliminal sequels
Strictly at MC's
Lyrics for that run more than ten deep
be like "Ahh he changed his style up"
Shut the fuck up, ya still a
nine-six so get wit' it
Peep that back-in-the-day shit that other Squad was Hit-tin
Listen, must we forget, I
All that wild shit, rrraahh rrraaoowww shit
jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit
Brick City!! Is I get down kid
Peace to all my buddah smokers on
what ya heard, Brick City 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 shit on
(Get on down)
Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on
P.P.P. got the and tecs
And Def Squad got some fly shit on deck
(Get down)

of all, MC's 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 it that you hate us
Drop skills 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 still puzzled how my runs
Your whole played 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, all King's down
over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast
Give em a good to open Alcatraz
Back, nobody got the Red
Been a weirdo ever since the doctor said
Def Squad skills make it hard to me
That's why the hardcore promoters still me
You shook G, up, hah hah

(Get on down)
If you see a bag of weed on the motherfucker
the fuck you gon do
Pick it up, 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 it fly y'all
Fly fly (5X)
(Get on down)

Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real
We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to
Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope
We bag for cheese just to get
Smoke indoneez I'm milky Magnese
Oh-seven-one-oh-three, them car thieves
quart for sports of all sorts
Nonchalant spark buddah on the front
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 your bitch
Don't play close cause jealousy folks act loc
Another nigga smoked from
guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin
Spit, sixteen bits, come
And I still walk around the hooked up
Motorola on my hip, fuck the government
shit, it's a microscopic topic
How I stay mo' bent than arches
And got the la-la spots
And bad ass hoes with 54-11
But still, I walk around the grill
niggas be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real
I ain't havin that, I'm shit
Fuck rappin 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 Squad is hot
Fillin up your brain supreme octane, and it's on
(Get on down)