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
for your trunk is what I provide you
So slide through your 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 shit you can't fuck
thought luck did it, but it didn't 'cause I'm back again
Back with the Big and my new-found

Sliding in the front, never way behind
wonder how I came with this style of mine
Remain in your seats as I the clip into yo' hip
Brat and Biggie

Aw, shit!
On top of all that, I'm so, so
Flow to you motherfuckers know
Ain't an MC coming close to
Bitches I to fuck, guns I like to bust, so

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

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

Cristal in my lap, 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 human being, or European
Be seein' what Big be seein', I leave 'em
In they draws, be'cause Smalls
Is far from weak, Brat, tat, tat, please
(Nigga, close your eyes, 'cause you see
The B, R, A, T)

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

Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her
If you fuck with her you got to fuck me
And we'll be 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 give you motherfuckers just you want

Brat, tat, tat, tat, please

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

You're pledging to wreck with a notorious nigga 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 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 ass, his glass 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 you motherfuckers just what you want
Lay on back, light up the
As we give you just what you want

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