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, y'all who I be
it

I got shit all you niggas just love to ride to
Funk for your is what I provide you
So through your hood with me in your deck
'Cause your way to get your groove on flomps

And I the costs to be the boss as a kid
Fucked around and some shit you can't fuck with
thought 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 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 make you know
Ain't an MC coming close to
Bitches I like to fuck, guns I 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 give you motherfuckers just what you

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

in my lap, chronic in the air
(Nigga, pass 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 being, Korean or European
Be what Big be seein', I leave 'em peein'
In draws, be'cause Biggie 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
one tote a gun with no hesitation
Live with the funkdafied pie

Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her
If you fuck her you got to fuck with me
And we'll be rapping at your 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, speak

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

You're to wreck with a notorious nigga ready to die
Jump in the Benz, me a little ride
the mountain, broke a left, hit So, So Def
And told the nigga JD I was the one, the rest
We Funkdafied, it live

Robin Leach teach a 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 full of
The is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the R, A, T
Rolling off swoll on seventeen

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

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