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
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 double-S vest wreck the discotheque
Sit back relax and while my Squad kick
Then tap your man back and be "Did you see that??"
Ahh yes, comin from the North South West
your nose and take 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 up, ya still a dick-ridah
It's so get wit' it
Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other was Hit-tin
Listen, must we forget, I
All that shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit
That jump up and ready to shit up now shit
City!! Is where I get down kid
Peace to all my buddah on Prince
Fuck what ya heard, Brick City shit

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

First of all, be on my balls, straight up
Pubic hairs and everything, the whole plate up
Bay Area, roll up Las Vegas
To all MC's, I love it that you us
Drop skills that might send wind chill
through Patterson, J.C
And
uncorrect and get blackened
The assassin, da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote
Your whole vocabulary's out, admit it
Still wack if it came out my mouth and I it (Get on down)
You remind me of 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
Been a weirdo ever since the doctor said
Def Squad skills it hard to overlook 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 passed out on the fuckin' ground
What the 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 MC's
We pull like Spike and blow crews to degrees
we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's
We bag for just to get weed
indoneez I'm milky like Magnese
Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car
Guzzlin quart for of all sorts
Nonchalant buddah on the front porch
At courts,
S-P-O-T, feel the Solo remedy
Then freeze.... (Get on down) hah,
was I? Oh yes
Sippin on Cristal fingers up your bitch dress
Don't play close jealousy make folks act loc
Another smoked from impression
Second guessin my weapon, you're lettin
Spit, bits, come equipped
And I walk around with the hooked up
Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the
Drop shit, a microscopic topic
How I stay mo' bent than arches
And uptown got the spots
And bad ass hoes 54-11 Reeboks
But still, I walk around with the
Cause niggas be blinded by this hip-hop for real
I havin that, I'm clappin shit
Fuck rappin shit, I cause accidents
To any, MC who what got in me
To get busy, it's Ginger and Remi
It don't stop, Def crew is hot
Fillin up your with supreme octane, and it's on
(Get on down)