Luyện nghe bài hát Put It On

Aiyyo, you betta hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks
L keep rapper's hearts pumpin' like
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 foul
My guns go poom-poom, and yo' guns go
I'm known to a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin'
Front and get the bones in your body broken
And when it to gettin' nookie I'm not a rookie
I got that make that chick Toni Braxton look like whoopie
I run with sturdy I'm never hittin' dirty chicks
Got thirty-five bodies, don't make it thirty-six
Step to this you're good as gone, is bond
I leave mics torn 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' 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 Gotti (you don't know? ) you betta ask
Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady
A smooth kid run up in your baby mother
I a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skinz
And get endz and commit with sick friends
'Cause I'm a money getter, a honey hitter
You think you nice as me? ha ha, a funny nigga
I flows, so one of my shoes, wouldn't be to miss
I'm leavin' competitors
To tell you the truth, it gets no better than
I'm catchin' to the break of dawn
And it's on, yo 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..

Some see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke
Boy you gwan before you see me gun smoke
See me gun nozzle and take me fi
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 I get there
And it's a fact I a gat in my arm reach
I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to palm
I'm rappers in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain
You still fear, cause I be it hard and my shit is for real here
If you l you picked the wrong head
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 rap's slammin', I keep a heavy cannon
It's a new sheriff in town, and it ain't Hammond
Peace to my peoples, the children of the
we put it on, adios, ghost I'm gone

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
up, knahmsayin?
My man Big L, runnin things for the
And nine-oh-s, you know what I
It's the Kid Capri, in full
And we gon' put it on a little like this
Big L,

Lord he be puttin' it on
My man buckwild he be it on and on
My man Fat Joe he be it on
and A.G. yeah they be puttin' 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 yeah I be it on
The N.Y.C.yeah we be puttin' it on and on
And I'm out