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 time it, uh
Star, come on ma (yeah)
Now on ma (yeah)
on ma (uh)
And,

Def]
Yo honeys check it out, she got me
With your black and your fat ass WOW
Walks over, feel feet tap on the ground
Make a (nigga) come back like "What's now?"
he really promising the platinum, get down
You'll be backin it out, straight 'em down
With your hand on mouth
And baby girl, what's that all about?
You know the ave puttin curves in the
On job, all workin it out
I how you coordinate: purse, skirt, and the blouse
Around the way, straight out the house
You just 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 to insist, miss, that we chat for a bit
But your ass diss
Walkin all fast like you can't
I need somebody to get passionate
You just assume that I be on that (shit)
the whip just to shut you you and fasten your lip
I just be shinin my light and they be in it
I go out casually dip trip on the hit
Sippin Cosmopolitans on some (shit)
Star in the building and it hasta be sick
BK still (nigga) pass 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
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 weeks to purchase a
I'm with my people hurtin to cease, it's curtains for
Certain keeps spurs to their knees like I'm with Tweet
Rhymes sicker than the pervert that flirt with his
Stop, the lay in a hearse deceased
We don't play, my man Kanye the beat
Yo the rhymin's on me, coutesy of
(Ludacris) how I'm (Disturbin The Peace)

[Mos
Yeah, you ain't burnin the
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 I kill y'all
How many times yo do I got to y'all?
My album boy I get killed off, it's real y'all
We big merger, you act like you know the deal
Brooklyn, stand up and let me hear
Brown babe

[Talib

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

[Mos
Stop, the Ivy League colleges
To the blocks the drama is
And keepin their ?? lit
shake it out and respond to this
And all of it

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

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

You got it (brown sugar see you shake it out)
Stop (brown baby)
You got it
Stop (I come 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 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)