Luyện nghe bài hát On on On

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Well, it's the dip [Incomprehensible] execute parachute
[Incomprehensible] Gipp man, lovin' that orange brother
Make you stay up all night, make ya eyes
Eyes like the back wheel of a Huffy

Could be ya cousin brother, rather be a relative
In ya seat-painted we could settle it
DF the Family, they still sellin' it
Knickerbocker socker on the weekend type

Black crow don't buck back
Love jokes, getcha ass jacked, put the bullets in his
Another for the Excaliber hit
That shit, who the next gon' dip this?

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In the middle of the ghetto, the rhythm of the rebel takin'
Country and verbals, you'll try to censor it and stop it
But we still won't settle, and Gepetto
They tellin' lies to my Americans

Besides the heroines and heros, dope and zeros
The Family steady jammin' as the beat goes
We more familiar that the dirty ain't no
My name is B-I-G and I keep me two of street

White Gutz, white wall tires, and white
so much love why do we need hate?
'Cuz everybody ain't full, we got some empty plates
Gotta till they give you yo' shine, you shake and bake like

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Even a G be bustin', ice-cold crushin'
Ladies be and the club be rushin'
For the stage, bitches see a second page in this
T-Mo bustin' 'cuz I'm more than just a rapper

Slash actor and on the news sir
Pimp or breeder, strong house
The get deeper, sweeper, Yamaha creeper
DF each a rider, a wood driver

'em on the court I'm hittin' jumpers outside-a
Southwest rider, like a diver
Rich like
no higher

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Witchdoctor come it
I'm your words from your heart skip
Hit me, I'm off my hip
And I keep a box of extra clips 'cuz is a trip

And I come out the blue like a
And believe me asses'll get
Georgia's biggest
My new born gon' drink milk from his breast

Fielders of this
It was the that took you
Put you in a pot and you
If this was I'd cook you

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so gritty
Mayside gladiator, blue and raider
Alumini dwellin' in Decatur
Skin ya like a gator, yo' head like a baked potato

I stand on purpose tellin' you didn't know yo' poppa
Now I hate her, so "Kiss the Game Goodbye" like
We comin' up like
And if you say you the best then we ten greater

Candy-ass and
Melt away like
yo' data! With this nigga chaser
And if I have to, I'll hitchu with the

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