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, know who I be
it

I got that all you niggas just love to ride to
Funk for your trunk is what I you
So slide through your with me in your deck
your correct way to get your 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 did it, but it didn't 'cause I'm back again
with the Big and my new-found friend

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

Aw, shit!
On top of all that, I'm so, so
Flow to make you know
an MC coming close to touch
Bitches I like to fuck, guns I to bust, so

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brat, tat, tat, tat, speak

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

You're pledging to wreck with a notorious ready to die
Jump in the Benz, took me a little
Round the mountain, a left, hit So, So Def
And told the nigga JD I was the one, fuck the
We Funkdafied, kicking it

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

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