Luyện nghe bài hát Put It On

Aiyyo, you betta flee hobbes, or get your head flown three
L keep rapper's hearts pumpin' like
And every year I gain and my name sprouts
Some brothers'd still be large if the crack never out
I got the wild style, been a foul child
My guns go poom-poom, and yo' go pow-pow
I'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie
Front and get half the bones in your broken
And when it to gettin' nookie I'm not a rookie
I got girls that make that Toni Braxton look like whoopie
I run with sturdy clicks I'm never hittin' chicks
Got bodies, buddy don't make it thirty-six
Step to this you're as gone, word is bond
I leave torn when I put it on

So put it on Big L, put it on
put it on, and on, and onnn
put it on Big L, put it on
C'mon put it on put it on, c'mon!

Nobody can take nuttin' Big L but a loss chief
The last punk who fronted got a full of false teeth
I'm to gas a hottie and blast the shottie
Got more cash than (you don't know? ) you betta ask somebody
Big L is a brother, and I'm a lady lover
A smooth kid that'll run up in baby mother
I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit
And get endz and sins with sick friends
'Cause I'm a money getter, also a hitter
You think you nice as me? ha ha, a funny nigga
I flows, so one of my shoes, wouldn't be to miss
I'm leavin' competitors
To you the truth, it gets no better than this
I'm catchin' to the break of dawn
And on, yo it's a must that I put it on

Yeah, so put it on Big L, put it on
C'mon put it on, big put it on and on
Put it on Big L, put it on
Put it on, put it on..

boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke
Boy you gwan before you see me gun smoke
See me gun nozzle and take me fi
You gwan dead, from you provoked

I drink moet not beck's beer, I stay in slick gear
Peace to my homies in the lean, I see you when I get there
And it's a fact I a gat in my arm reach
I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to palm
I'm rappers in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain
You still fear, I be hangin' it hard and my shit is for real here
If you battle l you picked the wrong
I smash mics like cornbread, you kill me I was born dead
And I'm known to pull steel and kill pigs
I run with I'll kids and nigs who peel wigs
My rap's steady slammin', I a heavy cannon
a new sheriff in town, and it ain't Reggie Hammond
Peace to my peoples, the of the corn
Cause we put it on, adios, ghost I'm

So put it on Big L, put it on
put it on, big fella put it on and on
Big L, you put it on and on
Put it on Big L, put it on and on
Word up,
My man Big L, things for the nine-four
And nine-oh-s, you know what I
It's the Kid Capri, in flair
And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like
Big L,

Lord Finesse he be it on
My man he be puttin' it on and on
My man Fat Joe he be it on
and A.G. yeah they be puttin' it on and on
I can't forget diamond he be it on
The whole d.i.t.c.yeah they be it on and on
And of Kid Capri yeah I be puttin' it on
The N.Y.C.yeah we be puttin' it on and on
And I'm out