Luyện nghe bài hát Dead On It

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

Uh, on it

we go back? (Yeah!)
go

Negros from play the bass pretty good
But the ones from 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

we go back? Let's go

They on it, wow

See the rapper's problem usually stem from being deaf
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, they singin' guts
done let us down (down down)
You got to be dead, on it

on it

(dead)

All the sisters like it when you lick 'em on the
believe me? (no)
Try it once then stop, they'll be
Please, please, (please, please, please)
be doo wa, dead on it
What that have 2 do with 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, we, 'cause we dead on it

on it, on it

My bed's a coffin, Dracula got shit on me
My Hell's-a-Poppin', I'm badder than the Wicked Witch
I got a gold tooth, costs more your house
I got a ring on four fingers, each one the size of a mouse

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