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
Y'all know who I be, it

I got that shit all you niggas just love to to
Funk for your is what I provide you
So slide through your 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 and made some shit you can't fuck with
They thought did it but it didn't 'cause I'm back again
Back with the B.I.G. and my new-found

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If you fuck with her you got to fuck me
And be rapping 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 motherfuckers what you want

Brat-tat-tat-tat, speak

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

You're pledging to wreck with a nigga 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, ain't no need to
Got what you need and I 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 on chrome 17

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 you want

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