Luyện nghe bài hát On Point

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

Big Pun up in here, you know what I'm talking
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, asshole full of
New millenium, new Bentley a sort addition
Gorgeous women, in 'em
Cinnamon with denim, diva pigeons, peep the
Y'all don't listen, see, what you

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

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

World famous, you gon' us or hate us
You the type scuff up my gators
Because of my papers been my glitter
So you my jaw
Damn, a nigga live, homeboy?

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 point

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

Players pushin' poetry 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 ghetto and everything she do to me

Presidential suites and turn 'em out
Pass 'em through the clique everybody 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 styles flipping 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 what?

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

me, BP
From the middle of Italy
With Eightball and
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
Shine on but get strive for the

Take to perfect every rhyme that I kick
I should get a sign on my
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 your and deception
Would you in my direction?
If you for perfection
And just watch the pro but it's like a

You gotta cap and go feelin' for
Catch me next time, I rock a show
Gots to go, I'll be back and other fat chick
to the Bronx, a mother 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 what?
I'm on point, Pun
I'm on what?
I'm on point, Pun
I'm on what?

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