Luyện nghe bài hát On and On

[CL
The nightcap was exiled, steadily
as the underachievin non-believin stand to reason
Where's daddy boy - to categorize the drinker
Misunderstood to the ordeal linger
They me a problem child who can't cope
Hangin by a thread, yes a thin rope
Inevitably, can be the man can I tell ya
and memorize him in a cellar
Well tally-ho, pip-pip, my fam's catch a fit
My father lookin like he wanna my lip
But that was never good for my
So I take the shovel out my pocket and dig
Now when I look at the man in the
I see much more clearer my Lord
I'm not that popular, less a dollar
but the pinga I can make you holla
* Pete Rock various "on and on" samples *
[CL
I said, what you know could make a whole new world
Man.. listen! I'm set to premonition
propaganda, crooked type of version
Some of the I bring, you're babblin non-person
in my character, rebel nostalgia
Uncommon who'd rather
have no man-made or sect
But try to what you conceive may be half correct
I shed light, to show the path in
a man who can't treat you right can't teach you right
In front of your eyes, what a surprise, and let the
rise, just for the and the guys
A Phi-Slamma-Jamma when you a bandanna
Peace to Pop Dukes, and long Nana
The formula's reality, Pete the storm
Together, forever, yes G we got it on
* Pete Rock various "on and on" samples *
[CL
affairs, flippin Hollywood Squares
In search of the Mecca travel in pairs
Walked the slave ship, to and gomorrah
to support a short order when I it on a corner
Five-oh cruisin, to pull you over
Beefin, "Where's the Coke?" I said, "A of soda?"
The rookie's thirsty, but everything's mental
A baseball bat, to smack Shirley in the
Agreed to meet the maker so I yelled Mary's
And flew head, to hit The House on the Prairie
But the past can never choose my correctly
I found a greater directly
On and on, it on, you chant the
boppin simonized, you clockwise jammie
To skip the minimal tip, I dap for the wise I dip
Can see, phenomenally, to the last degree?
I capitalize subliminally, wreck for
Yes my little chickadee, ready to with me
Nevertheless I bless, me and see
Predominantly, CL'll be, All in the
God Marky Black, know we go way back
The lyrics I pack is like a needle in the
CL and Pete Rock, Smooth like Dom
Never torn, word is bond, we got it on
* Pete scratches various "on and on" samples to fade *