Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty B Side

B Side, B side, ha, it
So, So Def Bad Boy
The Notorious BIG in the
We got Da in the house
And me, y'all who I be
it

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

And I the costs to be the boss as a kid
Fucked and made some shit you can't fuck with
They thought luck did it, but it didn't I'm back again
Back with the Big and my friend

in from the front, never way behind
Niggas wonder how I came 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
to make you motherfuckers know
Ain't an MC coming to touch
Bitches I like to fuck, 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 motherfuckers just what you

I knew, niggas had a clue
On who was the king of the
More deep than a Range jeep, guns under the seat
And my nigga just home from work, release

in my lap, chronic in the air
(Nigga, pass that shit like you just care)
Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie burns
when I'm pissed, release the from your wrist

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

The raw combination, the
one tote a gun with no hesitation
Live with the cutie pie

Gat by the thigh, the by her side
If you fuck with her you got to with me
And be rapping at your motherfuckin' eulogy, so

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

Brat, tat, tat, tat, please

I got the in my pocket, shit stay locked down
The nigga you who represent them platinum sounds
Now Biggie, I done heard that Juicy
Didn't find but truth, in the hook 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, kicking it

Robin Leach teach a how to really survive
Whether it be 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 is full of Moet
The is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the R, A, T
Rolling off on chrome seventeen

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