Luyện nghe bài hát Dead On It

Riding in my on the freeway
I turned on my to hear some music play
I got a rapper talking silly shit instead
And the only good rapper is one dead on it

Uh, on it

we go back? (Yeah!)
go

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

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

we go back? Let's go

They on it, wow

See the rapper's usually stem from being tone deaf
the house then try to sing,
There be no one left (ha ha) (on it)
Parking lot's on fire, brothers out of the town
They say in disgust, they singin' guts
done let us down (down down)
You got to be dead, on it

on it

(dead)

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

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

on it, on it

My bed's a coffin, Dracula got shit on me
My Hell's-a-Poppin', I'm badder than the Wicked Witch
I got a tooth, costs more than your house
I got a diamond ring on four fingers, each one the size of a

dead, they dead on it, on it

Wait now, up, dial tone on the 3
You know, you know, I'm busy, to
nobody fuck with me

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

be doo wa wa, dead 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