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

Aiyyo, you betta flee hobbes, or get head flown three blocks
L keep hearts pumpin' like Reeboks
And every year I gain clout and my name
Some brothers'd still be if the crack never came out
I got the style, always been a foul child
My guns go poom-poom, and yo' guns go
I'm known to a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin'
Front and get half the in your body broken
And when it comes to gettin' I'm not a rookie
I got that make that chick Toni Braxton look like whoopie
I run with sturdy clicks I'm never hittin' chicks
Got thirty-five bodies, buddy don't it thirty-six
to this you're good as gone, word is bond
I leave 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!

can take nuttin' from Big L but a loss chief
The last who fronted got a mouth full 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 crazy brother, and I'm a 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 sick
'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey
You think you nice as me? ha ha, youse a funny
I flows, so one of my shoes, be clever to miss
I'm leavin' pissed
To tell you the truth, it gets no better 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
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 dead before you see me gun
See me gun nozzle and take me fi
You dead, from army you provoked

I drink moet not beer, I stay dressed in slick gear
to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there
And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm
I charm freaks and bomb geeks 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 shit is for here
If you battle l you picked the wrong
I smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill me I was born
And I'm known to steel trigs and kill pigs
I run with I'll and real nigs who peel wigs
My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy
It's a new sheriff in town, and it ain't 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, things for the nine-four
And nine-oh-s, you what 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
Showbiz and A.G. 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