Luyện nghe bài hát Brown Sugar (Raw)

Def (Talib Kweli)]
We here, we here, we (yes yes yes yes)
Fire (uh uh uh uh)
Yes, huh (hey)
We from uh- you know (hey)
You what time it is (get your hand out my)
You know time it, uh
Black Star, on ma (yeah)
Now on ma (yeah)
on ma (uh)
And,

Def]
Yo honeys check it out, she got me
With your black hair and fat ass WOW
Walks over, feel feet tap on the ground
a (nigga) come back like "What's happenin now?"
Hear he really promising the platinum, get
be backin it out, straight backin 'em down
With your on your mouth
And damn girl, what's that all about?
You know the ave puttin curves in the
On job, all workin it out
I like how you purse, skirt, and the blouse
Around the way, comin out the house
You laid on the couch
Make a cat just and be "Wow"

Kweli]
Baby's body was
Sweet like my first in the back of the flick
I have to insist, miss, that we for a bit
But your ass wanna
Walkin all like you can't stop
I need somebody to get passionate
You assume that I be on that supermasculine (shit)
Crackin the whip just to shut you you and your lip
I just be shinin my and they be baskin in it
I go out casually dip trip on the hit
Sippin Cosmopolitans on fashionably (shit)
Black Star in the and it hasta be sick
BK still (nigga) pass me the (shit), what

[Mos Def, Talib Kweli, and background
(what up)
You got it (come on ma)

You got it (come on ma)

You got it

Brown sugar let me see you it out
Stop (brown baby)
Ha you got it (there you go)
(brown baby) you got it (work it out)
(brown baby) you got it (come on ma)
sugar let me see you shake it out

[Talib
Yeah, go out to the cats
Be workin for to purchase a piece
I'm with my people hurtin to cease, it's for peace
Certain spurs to their knees like I'm chirpin with Tweet
Rhymes sicker than the pervert that with his niece
Stop, the track lay in a hearse
We don't play, my man Kanye the beat
Yo the on me, coutesy of Kweli
(Ludacris) how I'm (Disturbin The Peace)

[Mos
Yeah, you burnin the street
at how we got 'em personally thiefed
Sipped on when I get Henny
Pen strollin on the like Bishop Don
Or on the Real World
Smoke slow, no joke, one draw I kill
How times yo do I got to tell y'all?
My next album boy I get killed off, it's real
We big merger, you act you know the deal y'all
Brooklyn, stand up and let me y'all
sugar babe

[Talib

Nubian girls rock to (whoo)
Black rock the whole metropolis
Brooklyn cats and you know we it
Black got the whole world watchin it

Def]
Stop, from the Ivy League
To the blocks the drama is
And they keepin ?? lit
Just shake it out and to this
And all of it

Def, Talib Kweli, and background singers)
Stop (uh on)
You got it (I come on)

You got it (yeah, yo, we come on)

You got it (brown sugar lemme see you it out)
(brown sugar baby)
You got it
Stop (I said on)
You got it (look at you)

You got it (brown sugar see you shake it out)
(huh yeah)
(come on ma)
(come on ma)

Stop (come on ma) (Black start doin it)
(come on ma) (02 y'all yeah)
(come on ma) (uh yeah)
(Black Star, shinin)
(yeah)
(haha yeah)
(haha yeah)
Stop (Mos Kweli, on)