Luyện nghe bài hát Put It On

Aiyyo, you betta flee hobbes, or get your flown three blocks
L keep hearts pumpin' like Reeboks
And every year I clout and my name sprouts
Some brothers'd still be 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 known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie
Front and get half the bones in your broken
And it comes to gettin' nookie I'm not a rookie
I got girls that make chick Toni Braxton look like whoopie
I run with sturdy clicks I'm never hittin' dirty
Got thirty-five bodies, buddy don't it thirty-six
Step to you're good as gone, word is bond
I mics torn 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 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 (you don't know? ) you betta ask somebody
Big L is a brother, and I'm a lady lover
A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby
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 hitter
You you nice as me? ha ha, youse a funny nigga
I flows, so one of my shoes, be clever 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..

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 me fi joke
You dead, from army you provoked

I drink not beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear
Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you 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 hard and my is for real here
If you battle l you picked the head
I smash mics like cornbread, you kill me I was born dead
And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill
I run with I'll kids and real nigs who 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 of the corn
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
Word up,
My man Big L, runnin things for the
And nine-oh-s, you what I mean?
the Kid Capri, in full flair
And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like
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
Showbiz and A.G. yeah 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 Capri yeah I be it on
The whole N.Y.C.yeah we be it on and on
And I'm out