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 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 check it out, she got me
With black hair and your fat ass WOW
Walks over, feel your feet tap on the
Make a (nigga) come like "What's happenin now?"
Hear he really the platinum, get down
You'll be backin it out, straight backin 'em
your hand on your 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 straight out the
You just laid on the
a cat just pause and be "Wow"

[Talib
Baby's was immaculate
like my first kiss in the back of the flick
I have to insist, miss, we chat for a bit
But your ass diss
Walkin all fast you can't stop
I somebody to get passionate with
You just assume that I be on that (shit)
Crackin the just to shut you you and fasten your lip
I just be shinin my light and be baskin in it
I go out casually dip on the tragically hit
Sippin Cosmopolitans on fashionably (shit)
Black in the building and it hasta 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
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 workin for to purchase a piece
I'm with my people hurtin to cease, it's curtains for
Certain keeps spurs to their knees like I'm chirpin with
Rhymes sicker than the pervert that flirt with his
Stop, the lay in a hearse deceased
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 burnin the
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 y'all
How many yo do I got to tell y'all?
My next boy I get killed off, it's real y'all
We big merger, you act like you know the y'all
Brooklyn, stand up and let me y'all
Brown sugar

Kweli]

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

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

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

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