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, know who I be
it

I got that shit all you just love to ride to
for your trunk is what I provide 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 you can't fuck with
They thought luck did it, but it 'cause I'm back again
Back with the Big and my new-found

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

Aw, shit!
On top of all that, I'm so, so
Flow to you motherfuckers know
Ain't an MC close to touch
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, up the blunts
As we you motherfuckers just what you want

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

Cristal in my lap, in the air
(Nigga, that shit like 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, or European
Be seein' Big be seein', I leave 'em peein'
In they draws, be'cause Smalls
Is far weak, Brat, tat, tat, please speak
(Nigga, your eyes, 'cause you already see
The B, R, A, T)

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

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

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

Brat, tat, tat, tat, please

I got the funk in my pocket, shit stay locked
The nigga you know who them platinum sounds
Now baby Biggie, I heard that Juicy
find nuthin' but truth, in the hook B

You're pledging to wreck a notorious nigga ready to die
Jump in the Benz, took me a 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

Leach teach a nigga how to really survive
Whether it be track or blunt, ain't no need to
Got what you need, and I take everything you wanted, nigga
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, light up the
As we give you motherfuckers just you want
Lay on back, light up the
As we give you just what you want

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