Luyện nghe bài hát On Point

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

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

Big Gentlemen, asshole full of
New millenium, new then a sort addition
Gorgeous women, in 'em
Cinnamon with denim, diva pigeons, the glissin'
Y'all listen, see, what you missin'

Diggy, double shot a
All the ammo N E Y, bubble like no any
lipped, crucifix, seducing chicks
Selective whips, consecutive

I break sun with Pun, crew hall with
all of y'all, we the big shots
Heavy rotation, location
Smoke stogies roadies
On the in front of Bodega's

famous, you gon' love 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 what?

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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 sticky
Remember Eightball from doin' it the way
Turn it up and we gon' rock it the track stops
Make the club hotter than a crack spot

Players pushin' poetry like 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

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

Slab riders, chrome twinkies smokin' sticky, pinky
With some flipping with me
Memphis, let me break it for you, pal
Makin' 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

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 point

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

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

Holding knives to you
All my and my techs
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, every time I
They submit, bitch, don't be on my prick

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

You gotta cap and go feelin' for
me next time, I gotta rock a show
Gots to go, I'll be back and other fat chick
Peace to the Bronx, a in this 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 point

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

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

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