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 only good rapper is one that's on it

Uh, on it

we go back? (Yeah!)
go

Negros from Brooklyn play the pretty good
But the from Minneapolis play it like it oughta should
A magnum fro is better you got a poof on it
And the to and fro is funky when the 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
Pack the then try to sing,
won't be no one left (ha ha) (on it)
Parking lot's on fire, peelin' out of the town
They say in disgust, they their guts
Rappin' done let us (down down)
You got to be dead, on it

on it

(dead)

All the sisters like it when you lick 'em on the
Don't me? (no)
Try it once then stop, they'll be
Please, please, (please, please, please)
Shoo be doo wa, on it
What does have 2 do with the funk?
Nothing, but who's the bills?
If you don't want to lick my knees, I'm sho' your will

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

on it, on it

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

dead, they dead on it, on it

Wait now, hang up, 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

Shoo be doo wa wa, 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