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

Aiyyo, you flee hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks
L keep hearts pumpin' like Reeboks
And every year I gain clout and my name
Some brothers'd be large if the crack never came out
I got the wild style, been a foul child
My guns go poom-poom, and yo' go pow-pow
I'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie
Front and get half the in your body broken
And when it to gettin' nookie I'm not a rookie
I got girls that make that chick Braxton look like whoopie
I run with sturdy clicks I'm hittin' dirty chicks
Got thirty-five bodies, don't make it thirty-six
Step to this you're as gone, word is bond
I mics torn when 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 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 than Gotti (you don't know? ) 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 push a Benz, I'm known to hit skinz
And get endz and commit sins with sick
'Cause I'm a money getter, also a hitter
You think you as me? ha ha, youse a funny nigga
I flows, so one of my shoes, wouldn't be clever to
I'm competitors pissed
To tell you the truth, it gets no better than
I'm catchin' wreck to the of dawn
And it's on, yo it's a 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 before you see me gun smoke
See me gun and take me fi joke
You gwan dead, from you provoked

I drink moet not beck's beer, I dressed in slick gear
Peace to my homies in the lean, I see you when I get there
And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm
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 and my shit is for real here
If you l you picked the wrong 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 cannon
It's a new sheriff in town, and it Reggie Hammond
Peace to my peoples, the children of the
Cause we put it on, adios, 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
up, knahmsayin?
My man Big L, things for the nine-four
And nine-oh-s, you know what I
the Kid Capri, in full flair
And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like
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
and A.G. yeah they 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