Luyện nghe bài hát Put It On

Aiyyo, you flee hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks
L keep rapper's hearts pumpin' Reeboks
And every year I gain and my name sprouts
Some brothers'd still be large if the crack came out
I got the wild style, always been a 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 body
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 dirty chicks
Got thirty-five bodies, buddy don't it thirty-six
Step to this you're as gone, word is bond
I leave 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 nuttin' from Big L but a chief
The last punk who got a mouth full of false teeth
I'm to gas a hottie and blast the shottie
Got more cash than Gotti (you 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 Benz, I'm known to hit skinz
And get endz and sins with sick friends
'Cause I'm a getter, also a honey hitter
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' competitors
To you the truth, it gets no better than 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
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 gwan dead you see me gun smoke
See me gun nozzle and take me fi
You dead, from army you provoked

I drink moet not beck's beer, I dressed in slick gear
Peace to my in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there
And a fact 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, cause I be hangin' it hard and my shit is for here
If you battle l you picked the 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 steady slammin', I a heavy cannon
It's a new sheriff in town, and it ain't Hammond
Peace to my peoples, the children of the
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
up, knahmsayin?
My man Big L, things for the nine-four
And nine-oh-s, you what I mean?
the Kid Capri, in full flair
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 be puttin' it on and on
I can't diamond he be puttin' it on
The whole d.i.t.c.yeah they be 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