Luyện nghe bài hát Dead On It

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

Uh, on it

Shall we go (Yeah!)
go

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

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

Shall we go back? go

dead on it, wow

See the rapper's usually stem from being tone deaf
the house then try to sing,
There be no one left (ha ha) (on it)
Parking lot's on fire, brothers peelin' out of the
say in disgust, they singin' their guts
Rappin' done let us (down down)
You got to be dead, on it

on it

(dead)

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

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

on it, on it

My bed's a coffin, Dracula got shit on me
My nickname's Hell's-a-Poppin', I'm than the Wicked Witch
I got a gold tooth, costs more than house
I got a ring on four fingers, each one the size of a mouse

They dead, they on it, on it

now, hang up, dial tone on the 3
You know, you know, I'm busy, to
Can't fuck with me

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

be doo wa wa, dead on it

on it, on it, on it

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