Luyện nghe bài hát Dead On It

Riding in my Thunderbird on the
I on my radio to hear some music play
I got a rapper talking silly shit instead
And the good rapper is one that's dead on it

Uh, on it

Shall we go (Yeah!)
go

Negros Brooklyn play the bass pretty good
But the ones from Minneapolis play it like it should
A magnum fro is when you got a poof on it
And the to and fro is funky when the grease is on it

(Funky on it)
Uh, (on it) on it

Shall we go Let's go

dead on it, wow

See the rapper's problem usually from being tone deaf
the house then try to sing,
There won't be no one (ha ha) (on it)
Parking lot's on fire, brothers out of the town
They say in disgust, they singin' their
Rappin' done let us (down down)
You got to be dead, on it

on it

(dead)

All the sisters it when you lick 'em on the knees
believe me? (no)
Try it then stop, they'll be begging
Please, please, (please, please, please)
be doo wa, dead on it
What does that 2 do with the funk?
Nothing, but paying the bills?
If you don't to lick my knees, I'm sho' your mama will

Uh, 'cause we, we, 'cause we dead on it

on it, on it

My bed's a coffin, ain't got shit on me
My nickname's Hell's-a-Poppin', I'm badder than the Wicked
I got a gold tooth, costs than your house
I got a ring on four fingers, each one the size of a mouse

dead, they dead on it, on it

Wait now, hang up, dial on the 3
You know, you know, I'm busy, to
Can't nobody fuck me

I'm dead (on it, on it, on it)
On it

Shoo be doo wa wa, on it

on it, on it, on it

Dang, dang, dang, dang, (dead on it) shoo be dang, dang, dang, on it
Dead, on it