Luyện nghe bài hát Dead On It

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

Uh, on it

we go back? (Yeah!)
go

Negros from Brooklyn play the pretty good
But the ones from Minneapolis play it like it oughta
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

we go back? Let's go

They on it, wow

See the rapper's problem usually from being tone deaf
the house then try to sing,
There be no one left (ha ha) (on it)
lot's on fire, brothers peelin' out of the town
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 sisters like it when you 'em on the knees
Don't me? (no)
Try it once stop, they'll be begging
Please, please, (please, please, please)
be doo wa, dead on it
What does have 2 do with the funk?
Nothing, but paying the bills?
If you don't want to lick my knees, I'm sho' mama will

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

on it, on it

My a coffin, Dracula ain't got shit 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 ring on four fingers, one the size of a mouse

dead, they dead on it, on it

Wait now, hang up, dial on the 3
You know, you know, I'm busy, to
Can't nobody fuck 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