Luyện nghe bài hát Put It On

Aiyyo, you betta flee hobbes, or get your head flown blocks
L rapper's 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 style, always been a foul child
My guns go poom-poom, and yo' guns go
I'm known to have a hottie open, I the shottie smokin'
Front and get half the bones in body broken
And when it comes to gettin' nookie I'm not a
I got girls that make chick Toni Braxton look like whoopie
I run with sturdy I'm never hittin' dirty chicks
Got thirty-five bodies, buddy make it thirty-six
Step to this you're as gone, word is bond
I leave mics torn 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!

can take nuttin' from Big L but a loss chief
The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false
I'm known to gas a hottie and 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 kid that'll run up in your baby mother
I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit
And get endz and commit sins sick friends
'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey
You think you nice as me? ha ha, youse a nigga
I flows, so one of my shoes, wouldn't be to miss
I'm leavin' pissed
To tell you the truth, it no better than 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 dead before you see me gun smoke
See me gun nozzle and me fi joke
You gwan dead, from army you

I drink moet not beck's beer, I stay in slick gear
Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get
And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm
I charm freaks and bomb geeks here to palm beach
I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair, Big L is the
You fear, cause I be hangin' it hard and my shit is for real here
If you battle l you the wrong head
I smash mics like cornbread, you can't me I was born dead
And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill
I run I'll kids and real nigs who peel wigs
My rap's slammin', I keep a heavy cannon
a new sheriff in town, and it ain't Reggie 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, things 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' this
Big L,

Lord Finesse he be it on
My man buckwild he be 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 diamond he be it on
The whole d.i.t.c.yeah be puttin' it on and on
And of course Kid Capri I be puttin' it on
The whole N.Y.C.yeah we be it on and on
And I'm out