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 all you niggas just love to ride to
Funk for your trunk is what I you
So slide your hood with me in your deck
Cause your correct way to get groove on flomps

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

in from the front, never way behind
Niggas wonder how I came with this of mine
Remain in your seats as I release the clip yo' hip
Brat and Smalls

Aw shit, on top of all that, I'm so, so
Flow to you motherfuckers know
Ain't an MC close to touch
Bitches I like to fuck, I like to bust, 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 what you

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

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

Be seein' B.I.G. be seein', I leave 'em peein'
In they draws because Biggie is far from weak
Brat-tat-tat, please speak, nigga your 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, up the blunts
As we you motherfuckers just what you want
Lay on back, light up the
As we give you motherfuckers just you want

Brat-tat-tat-tat, speak

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

You're pledging to wreck with a notorious 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, kicking it
Robin Leach a nigga how to really survive
Whether it be track or blunt, ain't no need to
Got you need and I take everything 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 just what you want
Lay on back, up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers just what you

Lay back, listen to the B side, slide,
Do whatever you want, get out your
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