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 Brat in the and me
know who I be, check it

I got shit all you niggas just love to ride to
Funk for your trunk is I provide you
So through 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 and made some shit you can't fuck with
They thought luck did it but it didn't I'm back again
Back with the B.I.G. and my friend

in from the front, never way behind
Niggas wonder how I with this style of mine
Remain in your seats as I release the clip yo' hip
Brat and Biggie

Aw shit, on top of all that, I'm so, so
Flow to make you know
Ain't an MC close to touch
Bitches I like to fuck, guns I 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 knew, niggas had a clue on who was the king of the street
More deep than a Range Rover jeep, guns under the
And my nigga just came from work, release
Cristal in my lap, in the air

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

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

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

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

Lay on back, up the blunts
As we give you just what 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 stay locked
The nigga you know who represent them sounds
Now baby Biggie, I heard that Juicy
find nothin' but truth in the hook B

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

We funkdafied, kicking it
Robin teach a nigga how to really survive
Whether it be track or blunt, no need to front
Got you need and I take everything you ever wanted

Nigga, we mass, his pimpin' ass
His glass is 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 you motherfuckers just what you want

Lay back, listen to the B side, slide,
Do whatever you want, get out your
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