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, know who I be
it

I got that shit all you niggas just love to to
Funk for your trunk is I provide you
So slide your hood with me in your deck
'Cause your correct way to get your on flomps

And I paid the to be the boss as a kid
Fucked around and made some shit you fuck with
They 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
wonder how I came with this style of mine
Remain in your as I release the clip into yo' hip
Brat and Biggie

Aw, shit!
On top of all that, I'm so, so
Flow to make you motherfuckers
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 give you just what you want
Lay on back, up the blunts
As we give you just what you want

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

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

Nigga, no human being, or European
Be what Big be seein', I leave 'em peein'
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 tote a gun no hesitation
Live the funkdafied cutie pie

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

Brat, tat, tat, tat, please

I got the funk in my pocket, shit locked down
The nigga you who represent them platinum sounds
Now baby Biggie, I heard that Juicy
Didn't find 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
Round the mountain, a left, hit So, So Def
And told the nigga JD I was the one, the rest
We Funkdafied, kicking it

Robin Leach a nigga how to really survive
Whether it be or blunt, ain't no need to front
Got what you need, and I take everything you wanted, nigga
We mass, his pimpin' ass, his glass is full of Moet
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 motherfuckers just what you
Lay on back, light up the
As we give you just what you want

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