Luyện nghe bài hát On on On

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The beat, goes, the beat-beat,
The beat-beat, goes, the beat,
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Well, the dip monk [Incomprehensible] execute parachute
this Gipp man, lovin' that orange brother
Make you stay up all night, ya eyes puffy
Eyes wide the back wheel of a Huffy

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

Black crow nest buck back
Love jokes, getcha ass jacked, put the bullets in his
Another comin' for the hit
That shit, who the next gon' dip this?

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In the middle of the ghetto, the rhythm of the rebel takin'
Country clubs and verbals, you'll try to censor it and it
But we still won't settle, and Gepetto
They tellin' lies to my fellow

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

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

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

Slash actor and on the news sir
Pimp or breeder, house leader
The game get deeper, sweeper, creeper
DF each a rider, a wood driver

With 'em on the court I'm jumpers outside-a
Southwest rider, deep like a
Rich Pryor
no higher

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

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

Fielders of stress
It was the music that you
Put you in a pot and you
If was [Incomprehensible] I'd cook you

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

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

and seeds
Melt like Now-and-Laters
Erase yo' data! With this chaser
And if I have to, I'll hitchu the maser

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