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 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,

Def]
Yo honeys it out, she got me mesmerized
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 hand on your mouth
And damn baby girl, 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
the way, comin 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 in the back of the flick
I have to insist, miss, we chat for a bit
But your ass wanna
Walkin all fast like you stop
I need somebody to get with
You just assume that I be on supermasculine (shit)
Crackin the whip just to shut you you and fasten lip
I just be shinin my and they be baskin in it
I go out casually dip on the tragically hit
Cosmopolitans on some fashionably (shit)
Black Star in the building and it be sick
BK smokin (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, this go out to the
Be for weeks to purchase a piece
I'm with my people hurtin to cease, it's for peace
Certain keeps spurs to knees like I'm chirpin with Tweet
Rhymes sicker than the pervert that flirt his niece
Stop, the track lay in a deceased
We don't play, my man murdered the beat
Yo the rhymin's on me, coutesy of
(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
Smoke slow, no joke, one draw I kill
How many times yo do I got to y'all?
My next album boy I get killed off, it's y'all
We big merger, you act you know the deal y'all
Brooklyn, stand up and let me y'all
Brown babe

[Talib

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

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

You got it (yeah, yo, we said 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 lemme see you 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)