Luyện nghe bài hát On on On

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

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

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

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

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

White Gutz, wall tires, and white paint
so much love why do we need hate?
'Cuz everybody plate full, we got some empty plates
Gotta till they give you yo' shine, you shake and bake like

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

Slash actor and producer on the sir
Pimp or breeder, strong leader
The get deeper, sweeper, Yamaha creeper
DF each a rider, like a driver

With 'em on the I'm hittin' jumpers outside-a
Southwest rider, like a diver
Rich like
Ain't no

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

And I out the blue like a Crip
And believe me get whipped
Georgia's mess
My new born gon' drink from his momma's breast

Fielders of this
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, blue and gold
Alumini dwellin' in Decatur
Skin ya a gator, bust yo' head like a baked potato

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

and seeds
Melt away like
Erase yo' data! With this chaser
And if I have to, hitchu with the maser

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