Luyện nghe bài hát Put It On

Aiyyo, you betta flee hobbes, or get head flown three blocks
L keep rapper's hearts pumpin' Reeboks
And every I gain clout and my name sprouts
brothers'd still be large if the crack never came out
I got the wild style, always been a child
My guns go poom-poom, and yo' guns go
I'm known to have a open, I keep the shottie smokin'
Front and get half the bones in your broken
And when it comes to nookie I'm not a rookie
I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like
I run with sturdy clicks I'm hittin' dirty chicks
Got thirty-five bodies, 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 nuttin' from Big L but a loss chief
The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of teeth
I'm known to gas a hottie and the shottie
Got more cash than Gotti (you don't ) you betta ask somebody
Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady
A smooth kid run up in your baby mother
I push a slick Benz, I'm to hit skinz
And get endz and commit sins with sick
I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter
You you nice as me? ha ha, youse a funny nigga
I flows, so one of my shoes, wouldn't be to miss
I'm competitors pissed
To tell you the truth, it 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..

Some boys see me gun and take a we fi joke
Boy you dead 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 dressed in gear
to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there
And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm
I freaks and bomb geeks from here to palm beach
I'm puttin' in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain
You still fear, cause I be hangin' it and my shit is for real here
If you battle l you picked the head
I smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill me I was dead
And I'm known to pull steel and kill pigs
I run with I'll and real nigs who peel wigs
My rap's steady slammin', I keep a cannon
It's a new sheriff in town, and it ain't Reggie
Peace to my peoples, the of the corn
Cause we put it on, adios, I'm gone

So put it on Big L, put it on
C'mon put it on, big put it on and on
Big L, you put it on and on
Put it on Big L, put it on and on
up, knahmsayin?
My man Big L, runnin things for the
And nine-oh-s, you know I mean?
It's the Kid Capri, in full
And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like
Big L,

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