Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty B Side

B Side, B side, ha, it
So, So Def Bad Boy
The BIG in the house
We got Da Brat in the
And me, know who I be
it

I got shit all you niggas just love to ride to
Funk for trunk is what I provide you
So slide through your hood with me in deck
'Cause your correct way to get 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 the Big and my new-found friend

Sliding in from the front, way behind
Niggas wonder how I came this style of mine
Remain in your seats as I the clip into yo' hip
Brat and Smalls

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, light up the
As we you motherfuckers just what you want

I never knew, niggas had a
On who was the of the street
More deep than a Range Rover jeep, under the seat
And my nigga just came home work, release

Cristal in my lap, in the air
(Nigga, pass that like you just don't care)
Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie spliffs
when I'm pissed, release the Rolex from your

Nigga, no human being, or European
Be seein' what Big be seein', I 'em peein'
In they draws, be'cause Smalls
Is far weak, Brat, tat, tat, please speak
(Nigga, close your eyes, 'cause you see
The B, R, A, T)

The raw combination, the
Number one tote a gun no hesitation
with 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 at your 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 what you want

Brat, tat, tat, tat, speak

I got the funk in my pocket, stay locked down
The nigga you know who represent them platinum
Now baby Biggie, I done heard that
Didn't nuthin' but truth, in the hook B

You're pledging to with a notorious nigga ready to die
in the Benz, took me a little ride
Round the mountain, a left, hit So, So Def
And told the JD I was the one, fuck the rest
We Funkdafied, kicking it

Robin teach a nigga how to really survive
it be track or blunt, ain't no need to front
Got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted,
We comin' mass, his pimpin' ass, his glass is of Moet
The is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the R, A, T
Rolling off swoll on chrome

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

Lay back, to the B Side
Slide, glide, do whatever you
Get out your
We be the writers
from the heart of College Park
New York,
Wherever you go