Luyện nghe bài hát Brown Sugar (Raw)

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

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

[Talib
Baby's was immaculate
Sweet my first kiss in the back of the flick
I to insist, miss, that we chat for a bit
But ass wanna diss
Walkin all like you can't stop
I somebody to get passionate with
You assume that I be on that supermasculine (shit)
Crackin the just to shut you you and fasten your lip
I be shinin my light and they be baskin in it
I go out casually dip trip on the hit
Sippin on some fashionably (shit)
Black Star in the building and it be sick
BK smokin (nigga) pass me the (shit), what

[Mos Def, Kweli, and background 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)
sugar let me see you shake it out

[Talib
Yeah, this go out to the
Be workin for weeks to purchase a
I'm my people hurtin to cease, it's curtains for peace
Certain keeps spurs to their knees I'm chirpin with Tweet
Rhymes sicker than the that flirt with his niece
Stop, the track lay in a hearse
We don't play, my man Kanye murdered the
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 Henny
Pen on the track like Bishop Don
Or on the Real World
Smoke slow, no joke, one I kill y'all
How many times yo do I got to y'all?
My next album boy I get killed off, real y'all
We big merger, you act like you know the y'all
Brooklyn, stand up and let me y'all
sugar babe

[Talib

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

Def]
Stop, the Ivy League colleges
To the blocks where the is
And they their ?? lit
Just shake it out and 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 come on)

You got it (brown lemme see you shake 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)
Stop (come on ma) (02 yeah)
(come on ma) (uh yeah)
(Black Star, shinin)
(yeah)
(haha yeah)
(haha yeah)
Stop (Mos Kweli, on)