Luyện nghe bài hát On on On

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Well, the dip monk [Incomprehensible] execute parachute
[Incomprehensible] this Gipp man, lovin' orange brother
Make you stay up all night, make ya eyes
Eyes wide like the back of a Huffy

Could never be ya cousin brother, rather be a
In ya seat-painted we could settle it
DF the Family, below still sellin' it
Knickerbocker socker on the weekend fella

Black crow nest don't buck
Love jokes, getcha ass jacked, put the bullets in his
Another comin' for the hit
That shit, who the next dip with this?

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In the middle of the ghetto, the rhythm of the rebel over
Country clubs and verbals, you'll try to it and stop it
But we won't settle, Pinnochio and Gepetto
They lies to my fellow Americans

Besides the heroines and heros, dope and zeros
The Dungeon steady jammin' as the beat goes
We familiar that the dirty ain't no equal
My name is B-I-G and I keep me two of street

White Gutz, white wall tires, and paint
With so much love why do we hate?
'Cuz everybody ain't full, we got some empty plates
grind till they give you yo' shine, you shake and bake like

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when a G be bustin', ice-cold crushin'
Ladies be and the club be rushin'
For the stage, bitches see a page in this chapter
T-Mo bustin' bullets 'cuz I'm more than just a

actor and producer on the news sir
Pimp or breeder, strong house
The game get deeper, sweeper, Yamaha
DF each a rider, like a driver

With 'em on the court I'm jumpers outside-a
rider, deep like a diver
Rich Pryor
Ain't no

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come wit' it
I'm your from your heart beat skip
Hit me, I'm off my hip
And I a box of extra clips 'cuz haterism is a trip

And I out the blue like a Crip
And believe me asses'll get
biggest mess
My new born gon' drink milk from his breast

of this stress
It was the that took you
Put you in a pot and you
If this was I'd cook you

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It's so
Mayside gladiator, and gold raider
Alumini dwellin' in Decatur
Skin ya like a gator, bust yo' like a baked potato

I can't stand on purpose you didn't know yo' poppa
Now I hate her, so "Kiss the Game Goodbye" Jada
We comin' up escalators
And if you say you the best then we ten greater

Candy-ass and
away like Now-and-Laters
Erase yo' data! With this chaser
And if I have to, I'll hitchu with the

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