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 know what it is (get your hand out my)
You know what it, uh
Star, come on ma (yeah)
Now on ma (yeah)
on ma (uh)
And,

[Mos
Yo honeys it out, she got me mesmerized
With your hair and your fat ass WOW
Walks over, feel your tap on the ground
Make a (nigga) back like "What's happenin now?"
Hear he really the platinum, get down
You'll be backin it out, backin 'em down
With your hand on your
And damn baby girl, that all about?
You know the ave curves in the brow
On job, all workin it out
I like how you coordinate: purse, skirt, and the
Around the way, straight out the house
You laid on the couch
Make a cat just and be "Wow"

Kweli]
Baby's body was
Sweet like my first kiss in the back of the
I to insist, miss, that we chat for a bit
But your ass wanna
Walkin all fast like you can't
I need somebody to get passionate
You just assume that I be on that (shit)
Crackin the whip just to you you and fasten your lip
I be shinin my light and they be baskin in it
I go out dip trip on the tragically hit
Cosmopolitans on some fashionably (shit)
Black Star in the building and it be sick
BK still smokin (nigga) me the (shit), what

[Mos Def, Talib Kweli, and singers]
(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
(brown sugar baby)
Ha you got it (there you go)
(brown baby) you got it (work it out)
(brown baby) you got it (come on ma)
Brown let me see you shake it out

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

[Mos
Yeah, you ain't the street
Look at how we got 'em personally
on when I get open Henny
Pen strollin on the track Bishop Don
Or on the Real World
Smoke slow, no joke, one draw I kill
How many times yo do I got to tell
My next album boy I get killed off, real y'all
We big merger, you act like you know the deal
Brooklyn, up and let me hear y'all
Brown sugar

[Talib

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

[Mos
Stop, from the Ivy colleges
To the blocks where the 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 lemme see you shake it out)
Stop (brown baby)
You got it
Stop (I said on)
You got it (look at you)

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

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