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 Brat in the
And me, y'all who I be
it

I got that shit all you niggas just to ride to
Funk for your trunk is I provide you
So slide through your hood with me in your
'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 fuck with
They thought luck did it, but it didn't 'cause I'm again
with the Big and my new-found friend

Sliding in from the front, way behind
Niggas wonder how I came with 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 know
Ain't an MC close to touch
Bitches I like to fuck, guns I to bust, so

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

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

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

Nigga, no human being, Korean or
Be seein' Big be seein', I leave 'em peein'
In they draws, be'cause Smalls
Is far weak, Brat, tat, tat, please speak
(Nigga, close your eyes, you already see
The 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 Smalls by her
If you fuck with her you got to fuck 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, light up the
As we you motherfuckers just what you want

Brat, tat, tat, tat, please

I got the funk in my pocket, shit stay down
The nigga you know who represent platinum sounds
Now baby Biggie, I done heard Juicy
Didn't nuthin' 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 told the nigga JD I was the one, fuck the
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 ever wanted,
We comin' mass, his pimpin' ass, his glass is full of
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 what you want
Lay on back, up the blunts
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
Starters the heart of College Park
New York,
you wanna go