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 silly rapper silly shit instead
And the only good rapper is one that's on it

Uh, on it

Shall we go (Yeah!)
go

Negros from play the bass pretty good
But the ones from Minneapolis play it like it should
A magnum fro is better 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 back? go

They on it, wow

See the rapper's problem usually stem from being 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 like it when you lick 'em on the knees
Don't me? (no)
Try it then stop, they'll be begging
Please, please, (please, please, please)
be doo wa, dead on it
What that have 2 do with the funk?
Nothing, but paying the bills?
If you don't want to lick my knees, I'm sho' your mama

Uh, we, 'cause 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 than the Wicked Witch
I got a tooth, costs more than your house
I got a diamond ring on four fingers, each one the of a mouse

They dead, 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

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