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

Aiyyo, you betta flee hobbes, or get your flown three blocks
L keep rapper's hearts pumpin' Reeboks
And every I gain clout and my name sprouts
brothers'd still be large if the crack never came out
I got the style, always been a foul 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 the bones in your body broken
And when it comes to gettin' I'm not a rookie
I got girls that make that chick Toni look like whoopie
I run with clicks I'm never hittin' dirty chicks
Got thirty-five bodies, buddy make it thirty-six
Step to this you're as gone, word is bond
I leave 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!

Nobody can take nuttin' Big L but a loss chief
The last punk who fronted got a mouth of false teeth
I'm known to gas a hottie and blast the
Got more cash than Gotti (you don't know? ) you betta ask
Big L is a brother, and I'm a lady lover
A kid that'll run up in your baby mother
I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit
And get endz and commit sins with friends
'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey
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 competitors pissed
To tell you the truth, it no better than this
I'm catchin' wreck to the break of
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 slick
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 beach
I'm puttin' in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain
You still fear, I be hangin' it hard and my shit is for real here
If you battle l you picked the head
I smash mics like cornbread, you can't 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 peel
My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy
It's a new in town, and it ain't 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, runnin for the nine-four
And nine-oh-s, you know I mean?
It's the Kid Capri, in flair
And we gon' put it on a somethin' like this
Big L,

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