Luyện nghe bài hát Put It On (Cookin Soul Remix)

Aiyyo, you betta flee hobbes, or get your head three blocks
L keep hearts pumpin' like Reeboks
And every I gain clout and my name sprouts
Some still be large if the crack never came out
I got the wild style, always a foul child
My guns go poom-poom, and yo' guns go
I'm to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin'
Front and get half the bones in body broken
And when it comes to nookie I'm not a rookie
I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton like whoopie
I run with clicks I'm never hittin' dirty chicks
Got bodies, buddy don't make it thirty-six
to this you're good as gone, word 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' from Big L but a chief
The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false
I'm known to gas a hottie and blast the
Got more cash than Gotti (you don't know? ) you ask somebody
Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady
A kid that'll run up in your baby mother
I a slick Benz, I'm known 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 nigga
I flows, so one of my shoes, wouldn't be clever to
I'm competitors pissed
To tell you the truth, it gets no better than
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 and take me fi joke
You gwan dead, from army you

I drink moet not beck's beer, I dressed in slick gear
to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when 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 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 picked the wrong
I mics like cornbread, you can't kill me I was born dead
And I'm known to pull steel trigs and pigs
I run with I'll kids and real nigs who wigs
My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy
It's a new sheriff in town, and it 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 I mean?
the Kid Capri, in full flair
And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like
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. yeah they be it on and on
I can't forget 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