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 weed on the floor
What the fuck you do?
(Get on down)
Pick it up, it up
Pick it up, it up
(Get on down)
Pick it up, it up

While I crack a Beck's and keep the hoes in check
The double-S vest nigga the discotheque
Sit relax and while my Squad kick tacks
tap your man back and be like "Did you see that??"
Ahh yes, comin from the North East West
Hold your nose and take a breath, recess
We bless, mics, three a day
times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels
Strictly at MC's
for years that run more than ten deep
Niggas be like "Ahh he changed his up"
the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah
It's nine-six so get it
Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that Squad was Hit-tin
Listen, must we forget, I
All that shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit
That jump up and ready to fuck up now shit
City!! Is where I get down kid
Peace to all my buddah smokers on
Fuck what ya heard, Brick runs shit

(Get on down)
P.P.P. got the and tecs
And Def Squad always got some fly on deck
(Get on down)
Say Got some fly shit on deck
(Get on down)
Say WHAT? Got some fly on deck
P.P.P. got the and tecs
And Def Squad always got some fly shit on
(Get down)

First of all, be on my balls, straight up
Pubic hairs and everything, lick the plate up
Bay Area, roll up Las Vegas
To all MC's, I love it you hate us
Drop skills that send wind chill factors
Back Patterson, J.C
And
uncorrect and get blackened
The assassin, da MC's by the jazz men
I don't guns I tote funds
you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your vocabulary's played out, admit it
wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it (Get on down)
You remind me of school on a
No class, all King's down
over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast
Give em a reason to open Alcatraz
Back, nobody got the Red
Been a weirdo ever since the 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
the fuck 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 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 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
quart for sports of all sorts
Nonchalant buddah on the front porch
At courts,
S-P-O-T, the Solo type remedy
freeze.... (Get on down) hah, ha-hah
was I? Oh yes
Sippin on Cristal with fingers up bitch dress
Don't close cause jealousy make folks act loc
Another nigga from impression
Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're
Spit, sixteen bits, equipped
And I still around with the hooked up
Motorola on my hip, fuck the government
Drop shit, it's a microscopic
How I stay mo' bent than arches
And got the la-la spots
And bad ass hoes with Reeboks
But still, I walk around the grill
Cause niggas be blinded by this hip-hop shit for
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 simply and Remi
It don't stop, Def crew is hot
Fillin up brain with supreme octane, and it's on
(Get on down)