Luyện nghe bài hát Da B Side

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

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

And I paid the costs to be the 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

Sliding in from the front, way behind
Niggas how I came with this style of mine
Remain in your seats as I release the clip yo' hip
and Biggie Smalls

Aw shit, on top of all that, I'm so, so
to make you motherfuckers 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 just you want
Lay on back, up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers just what you

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brat-tat-tat-tat, please

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

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

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

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

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 just you want

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