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

Aiyyo, you betta flee hobbes, or get your head flown three
L rapper's 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, always a foul child
My guns go poom-poom, and yo' guns go
I'm known to a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin'
and get half the bones in your body broken
And it comes to gettin' nookie I'm not a rookie
I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like
I run with sturdy I'm never hittin' dirty chicks
Got thirty-five bodies, buddy don't it thirty-six
Step to this you're good as gone, is bond
I leave mics 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 full of false teeth
I'm to gas a hottie and blast the shottie
Got more cash than (you don't know? ) you betta ask somebody
Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady
A smooth kid that'll run up in baby mother
I push a Benz, I'm known to hit skinz
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, be clever to miss
I'm leavin' competitors
To tell you the truth, it gets no better this
I'm catchin' to the break of dawn
And it's on, yo a must 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 nozzle and a we fi joke
Boy you dead 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 dressed in gear
to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there
And a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach
I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to beach
I'm puttin' in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain
You still fear, cause I be hangin' it and my shit is for real here
If you battle l you the wrong head
I smash mics like cornbread, you can't me I was born dead
And I'm known to pull steel trigs and pigs
I run with I'll kids and nigs who peel wigs
My steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon
It's a new sheriff in town, and it Reggie Hammond
Peace to my peoples, the of the corn
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, things for the nine-four
And nine-oh-s, you know what I
It's the Kid Capri, in flair
And we put it on a little 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. 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 N.Y.C.yeah we be puttin' it on and on
And I'm out