Luyện nghe bài hát Put It On

Aiyyo, you betta flee hobbes, or get your head three blocks
L keep rapper's pumpin' like Reeboks
And every year I gain clout and my name
Some brothers'd still be large if the crack never out
I got the wild style, always a foul child
My guns go poom-poom, and yo' guns go
I'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie
Front and get half the bones in your 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 clicks I'm never hittin' chicks
Got thirty-five bodies, buddy don't 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
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 nuttin' from Big L but a loss chief
The last who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth
I'm known to gas a hottie and blast the
Got more cash than Gotti (you 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 mother
I push a Benz, I'm known to hit skinz
And get endz and commit with sick friends
'Cause I'm a money getter, also a hitter
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 competitors pissed
To tell you the truth, it gets no better this
I'm wreck to the break 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 dead before you see me gun smoke
See me gun nozzle and me fi joke
You dead, from army you provoked

I drink moet not beck's beer, I stay dressed in gear
Peace to my homies in the lean, I see you when I get there
And it's a I keep a gat in my arm reach
I charm freaks and bomb 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 l you picked the wrong head
I smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill me I was dead
And I'm known to pull trigs and kill pigs
I run with I'll kids and nigs who peel wigs
My rap's steady slammin', I keep a cannon
It's a new sheriff in town, and it Reggie 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, runnin for the nine-four
And nine-oh-s, you know I mean?
the Kid Capri, in full flair
And we gon' put it on a little somethin' this
Big L,

Finesse he be puttin' 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 diamond 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