Luyện nghe bài hát Put It On (Cookin Soul Remix)

Aiyyo, you betta flee hobbes, or get your flown three blocks
L rapper's hearts pumpin' like Reeboks
And every year I gain and my name sprouts
Some brothers'd be large if the crack never came out
I got the wild style, always been a child
My guns go poom-poom, and yo' 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 when it comes to nookie I'm not a rookie
I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look whoopie
I run with sturdy clicks I'm never dirty chicks
Got thirty-five bodies, don't make it thirty-six
Step to this you're good as gone, is bond
I leave mics when I put it on

So put it on Big L, put it on
C'mon put it on, and on, and
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 who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth
I'm known to gas a hottie and the shottie
Got cash than Gotti (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 a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skinz
And get endz and commit with sick friends
'Cause I'm a money getter, a honey 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 you the truth, it gets no better than this
I'm catchin' 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 and take a we fi joke
Boy you dead before you see me gun smoke
See me gun and take me fi joke
You dead, from army you provoked

I moet not beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear
Peace to my 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' in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain
You still fear, I be hangin' it hard and my shit is for real here
If you l you picked the wrong head
I smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill me I was born
And I'm known to pull trigs and kill pigs
I run with kids and real nigs who peel wigs
My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy
It's a new in town, and it ain't Reggie Hammond
Peace to my peoples, the children of the
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 what I
It's the Kid Capri, in full
And we gon' put it on a little like this
Big L,

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