Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty B Side

Intro: Jermaine

B Side, B side, ha, it
So So Def ... Bad Boy ...
The Notorious BIG in the
We got Da Brat in the
And me, y'all who I be
it ...

I got that all you niggas just love to ride to
Funk for trunk is what I provide you
So slide through your with me in your deck
Cause your way to get your groove on Flossin
I paid the to be the boss as a kid
Fucked around and some shit you can't fuck with
They thought did it, but it didn't cause I'm back again
with the Big and my new-found friend

[Da
Sliding in from the front, way behind
Niggas wonder how I came with this style of
in your seats as I release the clip into yo' hip
Brat and Smalls...

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

(2x): Manuel Seal
Lay on nite, light up the
As we give you motherfuckers just what you

B.I.G.]
I knew, niggas had a clue
On who was the king of the
deep than a Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat
And my nigga came home from work, release
in my lap, chronic in the air
(Brat: Nigga, pass that shit like you just care)
Yeah, you on my list, Biggie burns spliffs
when I'm pissed, release the Rolex your wrist
Nigga, no being, Korean or European
be seein' what Big be seein', I 'em peein'
in they draws, because Smalls
Is far from -- Brat-tat-tat, please speak ...
(Brat: Nigga, close your eyes, cause you see
the B-R-A-T)
The raw combination, the destination,
Number one tote a gun with no
Live with the cutie pie
Gat by the thigh, the by her side
If you fuck with her you got to fuck me
And we'll be rapping at your eulogy, so ...

Jermaine
Brat-tat-tat-tat, speak ...

[Da
I got the funk in my pocket, stay locked down
The you know who represent them platinuim sounds
Now Biggie, I done heard that Juicy
Didn't find nuthin but truth, in the B
pledging to wreck with a notorious nigga ready to die
jump in the Benz, took me a ride
round the mountain, a left, hit SoSoDef
and told the nigga JD I was the one, the rest
We Funkdafied, kicking it
Robin Leach teach a nigga how to really
it be track 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 slow on 17's

Outro: Dupri
Lay back, to the B-Side
Slide, glide, do you want
Get out your
We be the rhyme
Starters ... from the heart of Park,
New York, ... wherever you wanna go