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 talking silly instead
And the only rapper is one that's 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 when you got a on it
And the to and fro is when the grease is dead on it

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

Shall we go Let's go

dead on it, wow

See the rapper's problem usually stem from being tone
Pack the house try to sing,
There won't be no one (ha ha) (on it)
Parking lot's on fire, brothers out of the town
They say in disgust, singin' 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 that have 2 do the funk?
Nothing, but who's paying the
If you don't to lick my knees, I'm sho' your mama will

Uh, 'cause we, 'cause we, 'cause we 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 badder than the Wicked
I got a gold tooth, more than your house
I got a diamond ring on four fingers, each one the size of a

They dead, they on it, on it

Wait now, hang up, dial 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

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