Luyện nghe bài hát Put It On

Aiyyo, you flee hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks
L rapper's hearts pumpin' like Reeboks
And every year I gain and my name sprouts
brothers'd still be large if the crack never came out
I got the wild style, always been a foul
My guns go poom-poom, and yo' guns go
I'm known to have a hottie open, I the shottie smokin'
Front and get the bones in your body broken
And when it comes to gettin' I'm not a rookie
I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton like whoopie
I run with sturdy clicks I'm hittin' dirty chicks
Got thirty-five bodies, buddy make it thirty-six
Step to you're good as gone, word is bond
I leave torn 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 full of false teeth
I'm to gas a hottie and blast the shottie
Got more cash than (you don't know? ) you betta ask somebody
Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lover
A smooth kid that'll run up in baby mother
I push a slick Benz, I'm to hit skinz
And get endz and commit sins with friends
'Cause I'm a money getter, also a hitter
You you nice as me? ha ha, youse a funny nigga
I flows, so one of my shoes, be clever to miss
I'm leavin' pissed
To tell you the truth, it no better than this
I'm catchin' to the break of dawn
And it's on, yo it's a that 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..

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

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

So put it on Big L, put it on
C'mon put it on, big put it on and on
Big L, you put it on and on
Put it on Big L, put it on and on
Word up,
My man Big L, things for the nine-four
And nine-oh-s, you what 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 diamond he be puttin' it on
The whole d.i.t.c.yeah be puttin' it on and on
And of course Kid Capri yeah I be it on
The N.Y.C.yeah we be puttin' it on and on
And I'm out