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

Aiyyo, you betta flee hobbes, or get your head flown blocks
L rapper's hearts pumpin' like Reeboks
And every I gain clout and my name sprouts
Some brothers'd still be large if the crack never out
I got the wild style, 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 smokin'
Front and get half the bones in body broken
And it comes to gettin' nookie I'm not a rookie
I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look whoopie
I run with sturdy clicks I'm never hittin' chicks
Got thirty-five bodies, buddy make it thirty-six
Step to this you're good as gone, word is
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 nuttin' from 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 ) you betta ask somebody
Big L is a brother, and I'm a lady lover
A smooth kid run up in your baby mother
I a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skinz
And get endz and commit sins sick friends
'Cause I'm a getter, also a honey hitter
You think you nice as me? ha ha, 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
put it on, big fella 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 before you see me gun smoke
See me gun nozzle and take me fi
You gwan dead, army you provoked

I drink moet not beer, I stay dressed in slick gear
Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get
And a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach
I charm 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 real
If you battle l you picked the wrong
I smash mics like cornbread, you can't me I was born dead
And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill
I run with I'll kids and real nigs who wigs
My rap's steady slammin', I a heavy 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 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' this
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
and A.G. yeah they be puttin' it on and on
I can't forget diamond he be 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 N.Y.C.yeah we be puttin' it on and on
And I'm out