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 that shit all you just 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
thought luck did it but it didn't 'cause I'm back again
Back 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 seats as I release the clip into yo' hip
Brat and Smalls

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

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

I knew, niggas had a clue on who was the king of the street
deep than a Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat
And my nigga just came from work, release
in my lap, chronic in the air

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

Be what B.I.G. be seein', I leave 'em peein'
In draws because Biggie Smalls is far from weak
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 Smalls by her

If you fuck 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 what you want
Lay on back, light up the
As we give you motherfuckers what you want

Brat-tat-tat-tat, please

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

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

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

Nigga, we mass, his pimpin' ass
His glass is full of Moet, the 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, light up the
As we you motherfuckers just what you want

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