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

Aiyyo, you betta flee hobbes, or get head flown three blocks
L keep rapper's hearts like Reeboks
And year I gain clout and my name sprouts
Some brothers'd still be large if the crack never out
I got the wild style, always 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 half the bones in your body
And when it comes to nookie I'm not a rookie
I got girls that make that chick Braxton look like whoopie
I run with clicks I'm never hittin' dirty chicks
Got thirty-five bodies, don't make it thirty-six
Step to you're good as gone, word 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!

Nobody can nuttin' from Big L but a loss chief
The last punk who got a mouth full of false teeth
I'm known to gas a hottie and the shottie
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 that'll run up in your 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, a honey hitter
You think you nice as me? ha ha, youse a nigga
I flows, so one of my shoes, wouldn't be to miss
I'm competitors pissed
To you the truth, it gets no better than this
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
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 nozzle and take a we fi
Boy you gwan dead 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 stay dressed in gear
Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get
And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm
I charm and bomb geeks from here to palm beach
I'm rappers in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain
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 me I was born dead
And I'm known to steel trigs and kill pigs
I run with I'll kids and real who peel wigs
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
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, runnin for the nine-four
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
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