Luyện nghe bài hát Put It On

Aiyyo, you betta flee hobbes, or get your head flown three
L keep rapper's hearts like Reeboks
And every year I gain clout and my sprouts
brothers'd still be large if the crack never came out
I got the wild style, always been a foul
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 in your body broken
And when it comes to nookie I'm not a rookie
I got girls that make that chick Toni look like whoopie
I run with sturdy clicks I'm never hittin' 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
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 got a mouth full of false teeth
I'm known to gas a hottie and blast the
Got cash than Gotti (you don't know? ) you betta ask somebody
Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lover
A smooth kid run up in your baby mother
I a slick 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, be clever to miss
I'm leavin' pissed
To tell you the truth, it gets no better this
I'm catchin' wreck to the break of
And it's on, yo a must 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..

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

I drink moet not beck's beer, I dressed in slick gear
Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you I get there
And it's a I keep a gat in my arm reach
I charm 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 hard and my shit is for real
If you battle l you the wrong head
I smash mics cornbread, you can't kill me I was born dead
And I'm known to pull steel trigs and pigs
I run with I'll kids and real nigs who wigs
My rap's steady slammin', I keep a cannon
It's a new sheriff in town, and it ain't Hammond
Peace to my peoples, the of the corn
we put it on, adios, ghost 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 for the nine-four
And nine-oh-s, you know what I
It's the Kid Capri, in flair
And we put it on a little somethin' like this
Big L,

Finesse he be puttin' 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 diamond he be puttin' it on
The whole d.i.t.c.yeah be puttin' 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