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 niggas just to ride to
Funk for your trunk is what I you
So slide through your hood with me in 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 with
They luck did it but it didn't 'cause I'm back again
Back with the B.I.G. and my friend

in from the front, never way behind
Niggas how I came with this 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
Flow to make you motherfuckers
Ain't an MC coming to touch
Bitches I like to fuck, guns I to bust, so

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 what you want

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

Nigga, that shit like you just don't care
Yeah, you on my shit list, burns spliffs
I'm pissed, release 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 Biggie Smalls is far from weak
Brat-tat-tat, please speak, nigga close eyes
'Cause you 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 with me
And we'll be rapping at motherfuckin' eulogy, so

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

Brat-tat-tat-tat, speak

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

You're pledging to with a notorious 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, it live
Leach teach a nigga how to really survive
Whether it be track or blunt, ain't no to front
Got what you need and I take everything you ever

Nigga, we comin' mass, his ass
His glass is full of Moet, the Rolex is
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, up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers just 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 heart of Park
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