Luyện nghe bài hát Put It On

Aiyyo, you flee hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks
L keep hearts pumpin' like Reeboks
And every year I gain and my name sprouts
Some brothers'd still be large if the never came out
I got the style, always been a foul child
My guns go poom-poom, and yo' guns go
I'm known to a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin'
Front and get half the bones in your broken
And when it to gettin' nookie I'm not a rookie
I got that make that chick Toni Braxton look like whoopie
I run with clicks I'm never hittin' dirty chicks
Got bodies, buddy 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
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 from Big L but a loss chief
The last who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth
I'm to gas a hottie and blast the shottie
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 your baby
I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit
And get endz and commit with sick friends
'Cause I'm a getter, also a honey hitter
You think you nice as me? ha ha, youse a nigga
I flows, so one of my shoes, be clever to miss
I'm leavin' competitors
To tell you the truth, it no better than this
I'm catchin' to the break of dawn
And it's on, yo 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 nozzle and a we fi joke
Boy you dead before you see me gun smoke
See me gun nozzle and me fi joke
You gwan dead, army you provoked

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

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, runnin for the nine-four
And nine-oh-s, you what I mean?
It's the Kid Capri, in flair
And we gon' put it on a somethin' like this
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
Showbiz and A.G. yeah be puttin' it on and on
I can't diamond 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