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 who I be, check it

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

And I paid the to be the boss as a kid
Fucked around and made some shit you can't fuck
They thought luck did it but it didn't 'cause I'm back
with the B.I.G. and my new-found friend

Sliding in from the front, way behind
Niggas wonder how I came with style 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 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 what you want

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

Nigga, pass that shit like you just care
Yeah, you on my shit list, burns spliffs
When I'm pissed, release the Rolex from wrist
Nigga, no human being, or European

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

The raw combination, the
one tote a gun with no hesitation
Live with the funkdafied 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 motherfuckers just what you
Lay on back, light up the
As we give you motherfuckers what you want

Brat-tat-tat-tat, please

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

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

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

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

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

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