Luyện nghe bài hát Dead On It

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

Uh, on it

Shall we go (Yeah!)
go

Negros from Brooklyn play the bass pretty
But the ones from Minneapolis play it like it should
A fro is better 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

we go back? Let's go

They on it, wow

See the rapper's problem stem from being tone deaf
Pack the then try to sing,
There won't be no one (ha ha) (on it)
lot's on fire, brothers peelin' out of the town
They say in disgust, they singin' 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 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 mama

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 badder 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, 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

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