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

I got shit all you niggas just love to ride 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 costs to be the as a kid
Fucked and made some shit you can't fuck with
They thought did it, but it didn't 'cause I'm back again
Back the Big and my new-found friend

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

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

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

I never knew, niggas had a
On who was the king of the
More deep than a Range Rover jeep, under the seat
And my nigga 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 list, Biggie burns spliffs
when I'm pissed, release the 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 from weak, Brat, tat, tat, please
(Nigga, close your eyes, 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 fuck with her you got to fuck me
And be rapping at your motherfuckin' eulogy, so

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 just you want

Brat, tat, tat, tat, please

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

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

Robin Leach teach a 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 comin' mass, his 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 what you want
Lay on back, up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers just what you

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