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

Aiyyo, you betta flee hobbes, or get your head three blocks
L keep rapper's pumpin' like Reeboks
And year I gain clout and my name sprouts
Some brothers'd still be large if the crack came 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 open, I keep the shottie smokin'
Front and get the bones in your body broken
And when it comes to nookie I'm not a rookie
I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like
I run with sturdy clicks I'm never hittin' dirty
Got thirty-five bodies, buddy don't make it
Step to this you're good as gone, is bond
I mics 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 punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth
I'm to gas a hottie and blast the shottie
Got more than Gotti (you don't know? ) you betta ask somebody
Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady
A kid that'll run up in your baby mother
I push a Benz, I'm known to hit skinz
And get endz and commit sins sick friends
'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey
You think you nice as me? ha ha, youse a nigga
I flows, so one of my shoes, be clever to miss
I'm leavin' competitors
To tell you the truth, it no better than this
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 boys see me gun and take a we fi joke
Boy you gwan dead before you see me gun
See me gun nozzle and me fi joke
You dead, from army you provoked

I drink moet not beck's beer, I stay dressed in gear
Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you I get there
And a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach
I charm freaks and bomb 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 real
If you battle l you picked the head
I smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill me I was dead
And I'm known to steel trigs and kill pigs
I run with I'll kids and real nigs who peel
My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy
a new sheriff in town, and it ain't Reggie 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
Word up,
My man Big L, runnin for the nine-four
And nine-oh-s, you know I mean?
It's the Kid Capri, in full
And we gon' put it on a somethin' like this
Big L,

Lord 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 be puttin' it on and on
I can't forget diamond he be it on
The d.i.t.c.yeah they 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