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, know who I be
it ...

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

[Da
in from the front, never way behind
Niggas wonder how I came with this style of
Remain in your as I release the clip into yo' hip
and Biggie 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...

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

B.I.G.]
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
Cristal in my lap, in the air
(Brat: Nigga, pass shit like you just don't care)
Yeah, you on my shit list, burns spliffs
I'm pissed, release the Rolex from your wrist
Nigga, no being, Korean or European
be seein' what Big be seein', I leave 'em
in draws, because Biggie Smalls
Is far weak -- Brat-tat-tat, please speak ...
(Brat: Nigga, close your eyes, you already see
the B-R-A-T)
The raw combination, the destination,
one tote a gun with no hestiation
Live the funkdafied cutie pie
Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her
If you with her you got to fuck with me
And we'll be rapping at motherfuckin' eulogy, so ...

Jermaine
Brat-tat-tat-tat, please ...

[Da
I got the in my pocket, shit stay locked down
The nigga you know who represent platinuim sounds
Now Biggie, I done heard that Juicy
Didn't find but truth, in the hook B
pledging to wreck with a notorious nigga ready to die
jump in the Benz, took me a little
the mountain, broke a left, hit SoSoDef
and told the JD I was the one, fuck the rest
We Funkdafied, it live
Robin Leach teach a nigga how to survive
Whether it be track or blunt, no need to front
Got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted,
We mass, his pimpin' ass, his glass is full of Moet
The is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the R-A, T
Rolling off on chrome 17's

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