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 what I you
So slide your hood with me in your deck
Cause your way to get your groove 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
with the B.I.G. and my new-found friend

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

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

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

I knew, niggas had a clue on who was the king of the street
More deep 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 shit like you don't care
Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie spliffs
When I'm pissed, 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 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
Number one tote a gun no hesitation
with the funkdafied cutie pie
Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her

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

Lay on back, light up the
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 done that Juicy
Didn't nothin' but truth in the hook B

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

We funkdafied, kicking it
Robin Leach teach a nigga how to survive
Whether it be or blunt, ain't no need to front
Got you need 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
off swoll on chrome 17

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

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