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 that shit all you 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 to be the boss as a kid
Fucked around and made 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 friend

Sliding in the front, never way behind
Niggas wonder how I came with style of mine
Remain in your seats as I the clip into yo' hip
and Biggie Smalls

Aw shit, on top of all that, I'm so, so
Flow to make you motherfuckers
an MC coming close to touch
Bitches I like to fuck, 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 just what you want

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

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

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

The raw combination, the
one tote a gun with no hesitation
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 what you want
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 who represent them platinum sounds
Now Biggie, I done heard that Juicy
Didn't find nothin' but in the hook B

You're pledging to 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 the nigga 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, no need to front
Got what you need and I take everything you 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, up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers what you want
Lay on back, up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers what you want

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