Luyện nghe bài hát On Point

Yeah, yeah, Eightball, the Fat in the house
You know what I'm talking
Space Age
You what I'm talking about

Big Pun up in here, you know what I'm about
Heavy D, Fat Mack, we gonna do
You what I'm talking about
Sure, poor, blower, this how we do, D, set it up

Big Gentlemen, asshole of Benjamins
New millenium, new Bentley a sort addition
women, swimming in 'em
Cinnamon denim, diva pigeons, peep the glissin'
Y'all listen, see, what you missin'

Diggy, shot a Henny
All about the ammo N E Y, like no any
Diamond lipped, crucifix, chicks
whips, consecutive hits

I break sun with Pun, crew with Ball
all of y'all, we the big shots
Heavy rotation, every
Smoke stogies roadies
On the corner in front of

World famous, you gon' us or hate us
You the type scuff up my gators
Because of my papers been about my
So you my jaw
Damn, can't a live, homeboy?

You on point, Hev
I'm on point, Pun
You on point,
I'm on point

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I'm on point, Pun
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I'm on point

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I'm on point, Pun
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You on point,
I'm on point, Pun
You on point,
I'm on point

Days and days, blazing green shades of haze
Remember Eightball from doin' it the way
Turn it up and we gon' it 'till the track stops
the club seem hotter than a crack spot

Players poetry like it's a kilo
my jewelry froze like my name's Sub Zero
Pimp 'till I'm gone, thug, ain't new to me
Love me a girl and everything she do to me

suites and Bezo's turn 'em out
Pass 'em the clique until everybody burn 'em out
How you lovin' that on the cake right
Miami girls hit that white and it all night

riders, chrome twinkies smokin' sticky, iced pinky
With some styles flipping me
Memphis, let me break it for you, pal
easy money pimping hoes in style

You on point, Hev
I'm on point, Pun
You on point,
I'm on point

You on point, Hev
I'm on point, Pun
You on point,
I'm on point

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I'm on point, Pun
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I'm on what?

You on point,
I'm on point, Pun
You on point,
I'm on what?

me, BP
From the middle of Little
Eightball and Heavy
Diddly diddly dee

no surprise how we pulverize
All you smaller
Fronting that you live but we

Holding to you neck
All my nines and my
on but get strive for the best

Take time to every rhyme that I kick
I should get a on my dick
No time for them
They be tryin' to resist, time I insist
submit, bitch, don't be lying on my prick

I'm too quick for lies and deception
you rise in my direction?
If you for perfection
And just watch the pro but it's like a

You cap and go feelin' for more
Catch me next time, I gotta a show
to go, I'll be back and some other fat chick
Peace to the Bronx, a mother in rap shit

You on point, Hev
I'm on point, Pun
You on point,
I'm on what?

You on point, Hev
I'm on point, Pun
You on point,
I'm on point

You on point, Hev
I'm on point, Pun
You on point,
I'm on what?

You on point,
I'm on point, Pun
You on point,
I'm on what?

I'm on point, Pun
I'm on point
I'm on point, Pun
I'm on what?
I'm on point, Pun
I'm on point

I'm on point
I'm on point
I'm on what?
I'm on point