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 roll uh- you know (hey)
You know what time it is (get your out my)
You know what it, uh
Star, come on ma (yeah)
Now on ma (yeah)
on ma (uh)
And,

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

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

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

You got it (come on ma)

You got it

Brown let me see you shake 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)
Brown sugar let me see you it out

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

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

[Talib

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

[Mos
Stop, from the Ivy League
To the blocks the drama is
And they keepin ?? lit
Just it out and respond to this
And all of it

[Mos Def, Kweli, and background singers)
(uh come on)
You got it (I said on)

You got it (yeah, yo, we said 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 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)