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

Aiyyo, you betta flee hobbes, or get your head flown blocks
L keep rapper's hearts pumpin' Reeboks
And every year I gain clout and my name
Some still be large if the crack never came out
I got the style, always been a foul child
My guns go poom-poom, and yo' go pow-pow
I'm to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin'
Front and get half the in your body broken
And it comes to gettin' nookie I'm not a rookie
I got that make that chick Toni Braxton look like whoopie
I run with sturdy clicks I'm hittin' dirty chicks
Got thirty-five bodies, buddy don't make it
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 take nuttin' from Big L but a chief
The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of teeth
I'm known to gas a and blast the shottie
Got more cash than Gotti (you don't know? ) you ask somebody
Big L is a brother, and I'm a lady lover
A smooth kid that'll run up in baby mother
I a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skinz
And get endz and commit sins sick friends
'Cause I'm a money getter, a honey hitter
You think you as me? ha ha, youse a funny nigga
I flows, so one of my shoes, be clever to miss
I'm leavin' pissed
To you the truth, it gets no better than this
I'm wreck to the break of dawn
And on, yo it's 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 boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi
Boy you gwan dead 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 stay dressed in gear
Peace to my homies in the lean, I see you when I get there
And it's a fact I 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 the wrong head
I mics like cornbread, you can't kill me I was born dead
And I'm known to steel trigs and kill pigs
I run with I'll kids and nigs who peel wigs
My rap's slammin', I keep a heavy cannon
It's a new sheriff in town, and it ain't Reggie
to my peoples, the children 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
up, knahmsayin?
My man Big L, runnin things for the
And nine-oh-s, you know I mean?
It's the Kid Capri, in flair
And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like
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. they be puttin' it on and on
I can't diamond he be puttin' it on
The whole d.i.t.c.yeah be puttin' 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