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

Aiyyo, you betta flee hobbes, or get your flown three blocks
L rapper's hearts pumpin' like 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 guns go poom-poom, and yo' guns go
I'm known to have a hottie open, I the shottie smokin'
and get half the bones in your body broken
And when it comes to 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 dirty chicks
Got thirty-five bodies, buddy don't it thirty-six
Step to this good as gone, word 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 punk who fronted got a mouth of false teeth
I'm to gas a hottie and blast the shottie
Got more cash 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 baby mother
I push a slick Benz, I'm to hit skinz
And get endz and commit sins with friends
'Cause I'm a money getter, a honey hitter
You you nice as me? ha ha, youse a funny nigga
I flows, so one of my shoes, wouldn't be clever to
I'm leavin' competitors
To tell you the truth, it no better 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
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 me fi joke
You gwan dead, from you provoked

I drink moet not beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick
Peace to my 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 from here to palm beach
I'm puttin' in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain
You still fear, cause I be hangin' it hard and my is for real here
If you l you picked the wrong head
I smash mics like cornbread, you kill me I was born dead
And I'm known to pull steel and kill pigs
I run with I'll kids and real who peel wigs
My rap's slammin', I keep a heavy cannon
It's a new sheriff in town, and it ain't Reggie
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, things 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,

Finesse he be puttin' it on
My man he be puttin' it on and on
My man Fat Joe he be it on
Showbiz and A.G. they be puttin' it on and on
I can't forget he be puttin' it on
The d.i.t.c.yeah they be puttin' it on and on
And of Kid Capri yeah I be puttin' it on
The whole N.Y.C.yeah we be it on and on
And I'm out