Luyện nghe bài hát On Point

Yeah, yeah, Eightball, the Fat Mack in the
You know what I'm talking
Age representing
You know what I'm talking

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 Bentley then a sort
women, swimming in 'em
Cinnamon with denim, diva pigeons, peep the
Y'all don't listen, see, you missin'

Diggy, double a Henny
All the ammo N E Y, bubble like no any
Diamond lipped, crucifix, chicks
Selective whips, hits

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

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

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 what?

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

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

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

Players pushin' poetry like a kilo
Keep my jewelry froze my name's Sub Zero
Pimp 'till I'm gone, thug, living new to me
Love me a ghetto girl and she do to me

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

Slab riders, chrome twinkies sticky, iced pinky
some styles flipping with me
Memphis, let me it down for you, pal
Makin' easy 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 what?

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 smaller
Fronting that you but we oversize

Holding knives to you
All my and my techs
Shine on but get strive for the

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

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

You gotta cap and go for more
me next time, I gotta rock a show
Gots to go, I'll be back and some 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 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 what?
I'm on what?
I'm on what?
I'm on point