Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty B Side

Intro: Dupri

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 through your hood with me in your
your correct way to get your groove on Flossin
I the costs 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
Back with the Big and my new-found

[Da
Sliding in from the front, way behind
Niggas wonder how I came with this of mine
Remain in your seats as I 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 motherfuckers
Ain't an MC coming to touch
Bitches I like to fuck, I like to bust, so...

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

B.I.G.]
I knew, niggas had a clue
On who was the king of the
More deep than a Range jeep, guns under the seat
And my just came home from work, release
in my lap, chronic in the air
(Brat: Nigga, pass that shit you just don't care)
Yeah, you on my shit list, burns spliffs
when I'm pissed, release the Rolex from wrist
Nigga, no being, Korean or European
be seein' what Big be seein', I leave 'em
in they draws, because Biggie
Is far weak -- Brat-tat-tat, please speak ...
(Brat: Nigga, your eyes, cause you already see
the B-R-A-T)
The raw combination, the destination,
Number one tote a gun no hestiation
Live with the 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 ...

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

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

Outro: Dupri
Lay back, listen to the
Slide, glide, do whatever you
Get out lighters
We be the writers
... from the heart of College Park,
New York, ... wherever you wanna go