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 pumpin' like Reeboks
And every year I clout and my name sprouts
Some brothers'd still be large if the crack never out
I got the wild style, always been a child
My go poom-poom, and yo' guns go pow-pow
I'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie
Front and get half the bones in your broken
And when it to gettin' nookie I'm not a rookie
I got girls that make that chick Toni look like whoopie
I run with sturdy clicks I'm hittin' dirty chicks
Got bodies, buddy don't make it thirty-six
Step to this good as gone, word is bond
I leave mics torn I put it on

So put it on Big L, put it on
put it on, and on, and onnn
put it on Big L, put it on
C'mon put it on put it on, c'mon!

Nobody can take from Big L but a loss 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 know? ) you betta ask somebody
Big L is a brother, and I'm a lady lover
A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby
I a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skinz
And get endz and commit sins with friends
'Cause I'm a getter, also a honey hitter
You think you as me? ha ha, youse a funny nigga
I flows, so one of my shoes, wouldn't be to miss
I'm competitors pissed
To you the truth, it gets no better than 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
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 dead before you see me gun
See me gun nozzle and me fi joke
You gwan dead, from you provoked

I moet not beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear
Peace to my 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 to palm beach
I'm puttin' 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 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 trigs and kill pigs
I run with I'll kids and real nigs who wigs
My rap's steady slammin', I keep a cannon
It's a new sheriff in town, and it Reggie Hammond
to my peoples, the children of the corn
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
Word up,
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,

Lord Finesse he be 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 whole d.i.t.c.yeah be puttin' it on and on
And of course Kid Capri I be puttin' it on
The N.Y.C.yeah we be puttin' it on and on
And I'm out