Luyện nghe bài hát Dead On It

Riding in my Thunderbird on the
I on my radio to hear some music play
I got a silly talking silly shit instead
And the only good is one that's dead on it

Uh, on it

Shall we go (Yeah!)
go

Negros from Brooklyn play the bass pretty
But the ones Minneapolis play it like it oughta should
A fro is better when you got a poof on it
And the to and fro is funky the grease is dead on it

(Funky on it)
Uh, (on it) on it

Shall we go back? go

dead on it, wow

See the rapper's problem usually stem from being tone
Pack the house try to sing,
There won't be no one (ha ha) (on it)
Parking lot's on fire, brothers out of the town
They say in disgust, they their guts
Rappin' let us down (down down)
You got to be dead, on it

on it

(dead)

All the sisters like it when you lick 'em on the
believe me? (no)
Try it once stop, they'll be begging
Please, please, (please, please, please)
Shoo be doo wa, on it
What does that have 2 do with the
Nothing, but who's the bills?
If you don't want to lick my knees, I'm sho' mama will

Uh, we, 'cause we, 'cause we dead on it

on it, on it

My bed's a coffin, Dracula ain't got on me
My nickname's Hell's-a-Poppin', I'm badder than the Wicked
I got a tooth, costs more than your house
I got a diamond ring on fingers, each one the size of a mouse

They dead, they on it, on it

Wait now, hang up, tone on the 3
You know, you know, I'm busy, to
Can't nobody fuck me

Cause I'm (on it, on it, on it)
On it

Shoo be doo wa wa, on it

on it, on it, on it

Dang, dang, dang, dang, (dead on it) be dang, dang, dang, dead on it
Dead, on it