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 hearts pumpin' Reeboks
And every year I gain clout and my sprouts
Some brothers'd still be if the crack never came out
I got the wild style, always a foul child
My go poom-poom, and yo' guns go pow-pow
I'm known to a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin'
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 Braxton look like
I run with clicks I'm never hittin' dirty chicks
Got thirty-five bodies, buddy don't make it
Step to this you're good as gone, 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 nuttin' Big L but a loss chief
The last who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth
I'm known to gas a and blast the shottie
Got more cash than (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 with sick friends
'Cause I'm a money getter, a honey hitter
You think you nice as me? ha ha, youse a funny
I flows, so one of my shoes, wouldn't be to miss
I'm leavin' pissed
To tell you the truth, it gets no than this
I'm wreck to the break 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 see me gun nozzle 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, army you provoked

I drink moet not beck's beer, I stay in slick gear
Peace to my homies in the lean, I see you when I get there
And a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach
I charm and bomb geeks from here to palm beach
I'm puttin' in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain
You fear, cause 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 kill me I was born
And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill
I run with I'll kids and real who peel wigs
My rap's steady slammin', I keep a cannon
It's a new sheriff in town, and it ain't 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 things for the
And nine-oh-s, you what 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 buckwild he be 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 Capri I be puttin' it on
The whole N.Y.C.yeah we be it on and on
And I'm out