Luyện nghe bài hát Put It On

Aiyyo, you betta flee hobbes, or get your head flown three
L keep hearts pumpin' like Reeboks
And every I gain 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 guns go poom-poom, and yo' guns go
I'm known to a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin'
and get half the bones in your body broken
And when it comes to nookie I'm not a rookie
I got girls that make that chick Braxton look like whoopie
I run with sturdy clicks I'm never hittin' dirty
Got thirty-five bodies, don't make it thirty-six
Step to you're good 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!

can take nuttin' from Big L but a loss chief
The last punk who fronted got a full of false 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 crazy brother, and I'm a lover
A kid that'll run up in your baby mother
I push a slick Benz, I'm to hit skinz
And get endz and sins with sick friends
I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter
You think you nice as me? ha ha, youse a funny
I flows, so one of my shoes, be clever to miss
I'm competitors 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..

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

I drink moet not beck's beer, I dressed 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 freaks and bomb geeks from here to palm beach
I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair, Big L is the
You still fear, I be hangin' it hard and my shit is for real here
If you battle l you picked the wrong
I mics like cornbread, you can't kill me I was born dead
And I'm known to pull steel and kill pigs
I run with kids and real nigs who peel wigs
My steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon
It's a new 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
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
Word up,
My man Big L, runnin things for the
And nine-oh-s, you know I mean?
the Kid Capri, in full 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
Showbiz and A.G. they be puttin' it on and on
I forget diamond he be puttin' it on
The whole d.i.t.c.yeah be puttin' it on and on
And of course Kid yeah I be puttin' it on
The whole N.Y.C.yeah we be it on and on
And I'm out