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 rapper talking silly shit
And the only good rapper is one that's on it

Uh, on it

Shall we go (Yeah!)
go

Negros from Brooklyn play the bass good
But the ones from Minneapolis play it it oughta should
A magnum fro is better when you got a on it
And the to and fro is funky when the is dead on it

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

Shall we go Let's go

They on it, wow

See the rapper's problem usually stem from being deaf
Pack the then try to sing,
There be no one left (ha ha) (on it)
Parking on fire, brothers peelin' out of the town
say in disgust, they 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)
Shoo be doo wa, on it
What does that have 2 do 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, 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 than the Wicked Witch
I got a gold tooth, costs more than your
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, tone on the 3
You know, you know, I'm busy, to
Can't nobody 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