Luyện nghe bài hát Get On Dis Motorcycle

AH!

[Females voices

[Petey - talking]
Y'all ..
Y'all ..
Y'all ..

[Verse 1 - Pablo]
One of the illest rhymers ever came outta Carolina, put this whole shit
on the map
Went got two states, y'all crammed way to the back
and brought 'em up to the the rest of 'em at (cause I can do that)
Granddaddy was strong, daddy was in the Army
I was a bad motherfucker, retarded
Mentally institutionalized, the '85
Buildin tree houses (that the couldn't blow down)
Look at me now, it down
Doin it well, I ain't triple platinum yet (but ain't gon' worry it)
I'm wearin the good damn crown, man I'm the
And both states (back here in Carolina)
the hell did you find 'em? (boy is an animal)
His flow is incredible, style is
I just wanna go to the Grammy's and I care if I win
Just to say been god dammit (god dammit)

- Petey Pablo - 2X]
Get on dis
Get on dis
And way you can ride wit a ... (y'all ready)

Get on dis
Get on dis
And get your on in the big ass truck (y'all ready)

engine]

[Verse 2 - Pablo]
On the hurl and dirt road, big ass pot holes
Lay in a - old home, lay in a - doors
Car in the back yard, dog tied up
drove it in years, sittin on nothin
Spit crunk buckets, hot wood heaters
Hooked up Honda Accord, house speakers
Bag, and beeper, corduroys and sneakers
Pit Spike and them shell toe Adidas
You don't know shit Petey (Petey)
Real definition of the greasy, grimy and
You fittin to sellin drugs for another nigga
lookin at me like your trigger finger itchin
I give ya my best witness, when you come to handle your
You better be ready to get it, cause I be bullshittin
I'm up into plastic bottles cause if I keep on the way I'm feelin
I'ma blow up in motherfucker

[Chorus - 2X - w/ ad

[Verse 3 - Bubba
Twenty-seven to my name, headed up
85 pissy drunk, Petey made me drive
Left off from LaGrange, through Squattenburg
On the way to High and my speech startin to slur
Better tell these sons of bitches, boy to move won't for me
To and say I'm sorry to this dude and this scout
It was a little bump, shit you dented my Ferrari
call the law, shit is rented, look I'm sorry
All we have done in the name of the
these ugly motherfuckers somethin to "Raise Up" about
But I'm unfulfilled, since my daddy still drivin
That school bus, know that Bubba still strivin
I me a label, want me a mansion
Timmy give it to me, Jimmy ain't spit it to me
Rest assure though, the day is
When these old country boys ain't just playin, coachin

Pablo - talking]
Get on dis ..
ready, get on dis motorcycle
[motorcycle engine], ready
Get on dis ..
ready
Get on dis motorcycle engine]
HEYYY!

- 2X