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 crack a Beck's and keep the hoes in check
The double-S vest nigga the discotheque
Sit back relax and my Squad kick tacks
Then tap man back and be like "Did you see that??"
Ahh yes, comin from the North East West
Hold nose and take a deep breath, recess
We bless, mics, three a day
times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels
Strictly laughing at
Lyrics for years that run more ten deep
Niggas be "Ahh he changed his style up"
Shut the fuck up, ya 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 wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit
That jump up and to fuck shit up now shit
City!! Is where I get down kid
Peace to all my smokers on Prince
Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs

(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 Glocks and
And Def always got some fly shit on deck
(Get down)

First of all, MC's be on my balls, up
hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up
Bay Area, up your Las Vegas
To all MC's, I love it that you us
Drop skills that might send wind factors
Back Patterson, J.C
And
Step and get blackened
The assassin, da MC's by the jazz men
I tote guns I tote funds
While you puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's out, admit it
Still wack if it came out my and I spit it (Get on down)
You remind me of school on a
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 skills make 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 floor
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 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 to degrees
we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's
We bag for cheese to get weed
Smoke indoneez I'm milky like
Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest car thieves
Guzzlin quart for 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 smoked impression
Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're
Spit, sixteen bits, 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 McDonald 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 shit for
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 simply Ginger and
It don't stop, Def crew is hot
Fillin up brain with supreme octane, and it's on
(Get on down)