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

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

Sliding in from the front, way behind
Niggas wonder how I came with 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 coming close to
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, up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers just what you

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brat-tat-tat-tat, speak

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

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

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

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

Lay on back, up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers what you want
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 from the heart of College
New York, Chicago, wherever you go