Luyện nghe bài hát Put It On

Aiyyo, you flee hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks
L keep rapper's hearts like Reeboks
And every year I gain and my name sprouts
brothers'd still be large if the crack never came out
I got the style, always been a foul child
My guns go poom-poom, and yo' guns go
I'm to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin'
Front and get half the bones in your body
And it comes to gettin' 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 good as gone, word is
I leave mics when I put it on

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

can take nuttin' from Big L but a loss chief
The last punk who fronted got a mouth of false teeth
I'm known to gas a and blast the shottie
Got more cash Gotti (you don't know? ) you betta ask somebody
Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady
A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby
I a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skinz
And get and commit sins with sick friends
'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey
You you nice as me? ha ha, youse a funny nigga
I flows, so one of my shoes, be clever to miss
I'm leavin' competitors
To tell you the truth, it gets no better than
I'm wreck to the break of dawn
And it's on, yo it's a 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 nozzle and take a we fi
Boy you dead before you see me gun smoke
See me gun nozzle and me fi joke
You dead, from army you provoked

I drink moet not beck's beer, I stay in slick 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 charm freaks and bomb from here to palm beach
I'm rappers in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain
You still fear, cause I be hangin' it hard and my shit is for here
If you battle l you picked the wrong
I smash like cornbread, you can't kill me I was born dead
And I'm known to steel trigs and kill pigs
I run with I'll kids and real who peel wigs
My steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon
It's a new sheriff in town, and it ain't Hammond
Peace to my peoples, the children of the
Cause we put it on, adios, ghost I'm

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 for the nine-four
And nine-oh-s, you know what I
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
and A.G. yeah they be puttin' it on and on
I can't forget he be puttin' it on
The d.i.t.c.yeah they be puttin' it on and on
And of course Kid yeah I be puttin' it on
The whole N.Y.C.yeah we be it on and on
And I'm out