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 in the house and me
Y'all know who I be, it

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

And I paid the to be the boss 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 with the B.I.G. and my friend

Sliding in the front, never way behind
Niggas wonder how I with this style of mine
in your seats 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
I like to fuck, guns I like to bust, so

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

I never knew, had a clue on who was the king of the street
deep than a Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat
And my nigga came home from work, release
Cristal in my lap, 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 Rolex your wrist
Nigga, no human being, or European

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

The raw combination, the
Number one a gun with no hesitation
Live the funkdafied cutie pie
Gat by the thigh, the by her side

If you fuck with her you got to fuck me
And we'll be rapping at motherfuckin' eulogy, 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

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 done that Juicy
find nothin' but truth in the hook B

You're pledging to wreck with a nigga ready to die
in the Benz, took me a little ride
Round the mountain, 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 how to really survive
Whether it be track or blunt, ain't no to front
Got what you need and I take you ever wanted

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

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

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