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 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 around and made 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, way behind
Niggas wonder how I with this style of mine
in your seats as I release the clip into yo' hip
Brat and Smalls

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

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

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

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

Nigga, no being, Korean or European
Be seein' Big be seein', I leave 'em peein'
In they draws, be'cause Smalls
Is far from weak, Brat, tat, tat, please
(Nigga, your eyes, 'cause you already 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 by her side
If you fuck with her you got to with me
And we'll be 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 motherfuckers just what you

Brat, tat, tat, tat, speak

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

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

Robin teach a nigga how to really survive
Whether it be or blunt, ain't no need to front
Got you need, and I take everything you ever wanted, nigga
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, light up the
As we give you motherfuckers what you want

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