Luyện nghe bài hát Dead On It

Riding in my Thunderbird on the
I turned on my radio to hear some play
I got a silly rapper talking silly 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 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 grease is on it

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

Shall we go Let's go

They 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
They say in disgust, singin' their guts
Rappin' let us down (down down)
You got to be dead, on it

on it

(dead)

All the like it when you lick 'em on the knees
believe me? (no)
Try it once then stop, they'll be
Please, please, (please, please, please)
Shoo be doo wa, on it
What does that 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, Dracula ain't got 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 on four fingers, each one the size of a mouse

They dead, dead on it, on it

Wait now, up, dial tone on the 3
You know, you know, I'm busy, to
nobody 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) shoo be dang, dang, dang, on it
Dead, on it