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 Brat in the and me
know who I be, check it

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

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

Sliding in the front, never way behind
Niggas wonder how I came with style of mine
in your 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
Ain't an MC coming close to
I like to fuck, guns I like to bust, so

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

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

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

Be seein' B.I.G. be seein', I leave 'em peein'
In they draws because Smalls is far from weak
Brat-tat-tat, please speak, nigga close your
'Cause you see the Notorious 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 with her you got to fuck with me
And we'll be rapping at your 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 in my pocket, shit stay locked down
The nigga you know who represent platinum sounds
Now baby Biggie, I done heard Juicy
Didn't find but truth in the hook B

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

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

Nigga, we mass, his pimpin' ass
His glass is full of Moet, the Rolex is
Parkade, B to the R A T
Rolling off on chrome 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 your
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