Luyện nghe bài hát Put It On

Aiyyo, you betta flee hobbes, or get your head three blocks
L keep hearts pumpin' like Reeboks
And every year I gain clout and my name
brothers'd still be large if the crack never came out
I got the wild style, always been a child
My go poom-poom, and yo' guns go pow-pow
I'm to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin'
Front and get half the bones in your body
And when it to gettin' nookie I'm not a rookie
I got girls that make that chick Braxton look like whoopie
I run with sturdy clicks I'm never dirty chicks
Got bodies, buddy don't make it thirty-six
Step to you're good as gone, word is bond
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!

Nobody can take nuttin' from Big L but a chief
The last punk who got a mouth full of false teeth
I'm known to gas a hottie and blast the
Got more than Gotti (you don't know? ) you betta ask somebody
Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lover
A smooth kid that'll run up in baby mother
I push a Benz, I'm known to hit skinz
And get endz and sins with sick friends
'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey
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 competitors pissed
To tell you the truth, it gets no better this
I'm catchin' wreck to the 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
put it on, big fella put it on and on
Put it on Big L, put it on
Put it on, put it on..

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

I moet not beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear
Peace to my in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there
And it's a I keep a gat in my arm reach
I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to beach
I'm puttin' in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain
You fear, cause I be hangin' it hard and my shit is for real here
If you l you picked the wrong head
I smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill me I was dead
And I'm to pull steel trigs and kill pigs
I run I'll kids and real nigs who peel wigs
My steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon
a new sheriff in town, and it ain't Reggie 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
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
up, knahmsayin?
My man Big L, things for the nine-four
And nine-oh-s, you know what I
It's the Kid Capri, in full
And we put it on a little somethin' like this
Big L,

Lord he be puttin' it on
My man he be puttin' it on and on
My man Fat Joe he be it on
Showbiz and A.G. yeah they be it on and on
I can't forget he be puttin' it on
The whole d.i.t.c.yeah 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