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 hand out my)
You know what it, uh
Star, come on ma (yeah)
Now on ma (yeah)
on ma (uh)
And,

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

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

Def, Talib 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)
Brown let me see you shake it out

Kweli]
Yeah, go out to the cats
Be workin for weeks to a piece
I'm with my people hurtin to cease, it's curtains for
Certain keeps spurs to knees like I'm chirpin with Tweet
Rhymes sicker than the that flirt with his niece
Stop, the track lay in a hearse
We play, my man Kanye murdered the beat
Yo the rhymin's on me, of Kweli
(Ludacris) how I'm (Disturbin The Peace)

[Mos
Yeah, you burnin the street
Look at how we got 'em thiefed
Sipped on I get open Henny
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 off, it's real y'all
We big merger, you act you know the deal y'all
Brooklyn, stand up and let me y'all
Brown sugar

[Talib

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

[Mos
Stop, the Ivy League colleges
To the blocks where the is
And keepin their ?? lit
Just shake it out and respond to
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 sugar see you shake it out)
Stop (brown 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 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)