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 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
around and made some shit you can't fuck with
They thought did it, but it didn't 'cause I'm back again
Back with the Big and my new-found

Sliding in from the front, never way
Niggas wonder how I 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
to make 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 motherfuckers 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 of the street
More deep than a Rover jeep, guns under the seat
And my nigga came home from work, release

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

Nigga, no human being, or European
Be seein' 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
Number one tote a gun with no
Live the funkdafied cutie pie

Gat by the thigh, the by her side
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 give you motherfuckers what you want
Lay on back, light up the
As we give you motherfuckers what you want

Brat, tat, tat, tat, please

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

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

Robin teach 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 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 chrome

Lay on back, up the blunts
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 whatever you
Get out lighters
We be the writers
Starters from the heart of Park
New York,
you wanna go