Luyện nghe bài hát On Point

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

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

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

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

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

World famous, you gon' love us or us
You the that'd scuff up my gators
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
You on point,
I'm on what?

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

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

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

Presidential and Bezo's turn 'em out
'em through the clique until everybody burn 'em out
How you lovin' that icin' on the right
Miami girls hit that white and shake it all

Slab riders, chrome twinkies sticky, iced pinky
With some flipping with me
Memphis, let me it down for you, pal
Makin' easy money pimping hoes in

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
You on point,
I'm on point

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

me, BP
From the of Little Italy
With Eightball and
Diddly diddly dee

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

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

Take time to perfect every that I kick
I get a sign 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 quick for lies and deception
you rise in my direction?
If you for perfection
And just watch the pro but like a chore

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

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 point

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

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

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