Luyện nghe bài hát Da B Side

B side, B side, ha it, So So Def
Bad Boy collaboration, the Notorious B.I.G. in the
We got Da in the house and me
Y'all know who I be, it

I got that shit all you niggas just to ride to
Funk for your is what I provide you
So slide your hood with me in your deck
Cause correct way to get your groove on flomps

And I paid the to be the boss as a kid
Fucked around and some shit you can't fuck with
They thought luck did it but it didn't I'm back again
Back the B.I.G. and my new-found friend

Sliding in from the front, never way
wonder how I came with this style of mine
Remain in seats as I release the clip into yo' hip
Brat and Smalls

Aw shit, on top of all that, I'm so, so
Flow to make you know
Ain't an MC close to touch
I like to fuck, guns I like to bust, so

Lay on back, light up the
As we give you motherfuckers what you want
Lay on back, light up the
As we give you just what you want

I never knew, niggas had a clue on who was the king of the
More deep a Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat
And my nigga came home from work, release
Cristal in my lap, in the air

Nigga, pass that shit like you don't care
Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie burns
When I'm pissed, release the Rolex from wrist
Nigga, no being, Korean or European

Be seein' B.I.G. be seein', I leave 'em peein'
In they because Biggie Smalls is far from weak
Brat-tat-tat, please speak, close your eyes
you already see the Notorious B R A T

The raw combination, the
one tote a gun with no hesitation
Live with the cutie pie
Gat by the thigh, the by her side

If you fuck with her you got to with me
And we'll be at your motherfuckin' eulogy, so

Lay on back, light up the
As we give you motherfuckers just you want
Lay on back, up the blunts
As we give you just what you want

Brat-tat-tat-tat, please

I got the funk in my pocket, stay locked down
The nigga you who represent them platinum sounds
Now Biggie, I done heard that Juicy
Didn't find nothin' but in the hook B

You're pledging to wreck a notorious nigga ready to die
in the Benz, took me a little ride
Round the mountain, a left, hit So So Def
And told the JD I was the one, fuck the rest

We funkdafied, kicking it
Robin Leach a nigga how to really survive
Whether it be track or blunt, ain't no to front
Got what you need and I take everything you wanted

Nigga, we comin' mass, his ass
His is full of Moet, the Rolex is bar-bayed
Parkade, B to the R A T
Rolling off swoll on 17

Lay on back, light up the
As we give you motherfuckers just what you
Lay on back, up the blunts
As we give you just what you want

Lay back, listen to the B side, slide,
Do you want, get out your lighters
We be the rhyme writers, starters the heart of College Park
New York, Chicago, you wanna go