Luyện nghe bài hát Put It On

Aiyyo, you betta flee hobbes, or get head flown three blocks
L rapper's hearts pumpin' like Reeboks
And every year I gain clout and my sprouts
Some brothers'd still be large if the never came out
I got the style, always been a foul child
My go poom-poom, and yo' guns go pow-pow
I'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie
Front and get the bones in your body broken
And it comes to gettin' nookie I'm not a rookie
I got girls that that chick Toni Braxton look like whoopie
I run with sturdy clicks I'm never hittin' dirty
Got thirty-five bodies, don't make it thirty-six
Step to this good as gone, word is bond
I leave mics when I put it on

So put it on Big L, put it on
put it on, and on, and onnn
put it on Big L, put it on
C'mon put it on put it on, c'mon!

Nobody can take nuttin' Big L but a loss chief
The last punk who fronted got a mouth of false teeth
I'm known to gas a hottie and the shottie
Got more cash than Gotti (you don't know? ) you ask somebody
Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lover
A smooth kid run up in your baby mother
I push a Benz, I'm known to hit skinz
And get and commit sins with sick friends
'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey
You think you nice as me? ha ha, youse a funny
I flows, so one of my shoes, wouldn't be clever to
I'm leavin' pissed
To tell you the truth, it no better than this
I'm wreck to the break of dawn
And it's on, yo it's a must I put it on

Yeah, so put it on Big L, put it on
put it on, big fella put it on and on
Put it on Big L, put it on
Put it on, put it on..

Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi
Boy you gwan dead before you see me gun
See me gun nozzle and take me fi
You gwan dead, from army you

I drink moet not beck's beer, I stay dressed in gear
to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there
And it's a I keep a gat in my arm reach
I charm freaks and bomb geeks from to palm beach
I'm puttin' in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain
You still fear, cause I be hangin' it and my shit is for real here
If you battle l you picked the wrong
I mics like cornbread, you can't kill me I was born dead
And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill
I run with I'll kids and real nigs who wigs
My rap's steady slammin', I a heavy cannon
It's a new in town, and it ain't Reggie Hammond
Peace to my peoples, the of the corn
Cause we put it on, adios, I'm gone

So put it on Big L, put it on
put it on, big fella put it on and on
Big L, you put it on and on
Put it on Big L, put it on and on
up, knahmsayin?
My man Big L, things for the nine-four
And nine-oh-s, you know I mean?
It's the Kid Capri, in full
And we gon' put it on a little somethin' this
Big L,

Lord Finesse he be it on
My man buckwild he be it on and on
My man Fat Joe he be it on
Showbiz and A.G. yeah they be it on and on
I can't forget diamond he be it on
The whole d.i.t.c.yeah be puttin' it on and on
And of course Kid Capri I be puttin' it on
The N.Y.C.yeah we be puttin' it on and on
And I'm out