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 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 nigga wreck the
Sit back relax and while my Squad tacks
Then tap your man back and be "Did you see that??"
Ahh yes, from the North South East West
Hold your nose and take a breath, recess
We bless, mics, times a day
Three a night, it all equals subliminal sequels
laughing at MC's
Lyrics for years that run more than ten
Niggas be "Ahh he changed his style up"
Shut the fuck up, ya a dick-ridah
It's so get wit' it
Peep that shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin
Listen, we forget, I originated
All wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit
That up and ready to fuck shit up now shit
Brick City!! Is where I get kid
Peace to all my smokers on Prince
Fuck what ya heard, Brick City shit

(Get on down)
P.P.P. got the and tecs
And Def Squad always got fly shit on deck
(Get on down)
Say Got some fly shit on deck
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Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on
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
hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up
Bay Area, roll up Las Vegas
To all MC's, I love it you hate us
Drop skills that might 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 tote
you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your vocabulary's played out, admit it
Still if it came out my mouth and I spit it (Get on down)
You me of school on a Sunday
No class, beatin all down
over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast
Give em a good reason to open
Back, nobody got the Red
a weirdo ever since the doctor said PUSH
Def Squad skills make it hard to me
That's why the promoters still book 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 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, ride the dick of these real 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 just to get weed
Smoke indoneez I'm milky 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 Solo type
freeze.... (Get on down) hah, ha-hah
was I? Oh yes
Sippin on Cristal fingers up your bitch dress
Don't play cause jealousy make folks act loc
Another nigga from impression
Second guessin my verbal weapon, lettin
Spit, sixteen bits, equipped
And I still walk with the hooked up
flip on my hip, fuck the government
Drop shit, a microscopic topic
How I stay mo' bent than McDonald
And uptown got the la-la
And bad ass hoes 54-11 Reeboks
But still, I walk around the grill
Cause niggas be blinded by this shit for real
I havin that, I'm clappin shit
this rappin shit, I cause accidents
To any, MC who what got in me
To get busy, it's Ginger and Remi
It stop, Def Squad crew is hot
Fillin up brain with supreme octane, and it's on
(Get on down)