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 in the house
And me, know who I be
it ...

I got that shit all you just love to ride to
Funk for your trunk is I provide you
So through your hood with me in your deck
Cause your correct way to get your on Flossin
I the costs to be the boss 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

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

B.I.G.]
Aw, shit!
On top of all that, I'm so, so remarkable,
Flow to you motherfuckers know
Ain't an MC close to touch
Bitches I like to fuck, I like to bust, so...

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

B.I.G.]
I knew, niggas had a clue
On who was the of the street
More deep than a Range Rover jeep, guns the seat
And my nigga just came home from work,
Cristal in my lap, in the air
(Brat: Nigga, pass that shit you just don't care)
Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie spliffs
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 they draws, Biggie Smalls
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 a gun with no hestiation
Live with the funkdafied pie
Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her
If you fuck 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 them platinuim
Now baby Biggie, I done that Juicy
Didn't nuthin but truth, in the hook B
You're pledging to with a notorious nigga ready to die
jump in the Benz, took me a little
round the mountain, broke a left, hit
and the nigga JD I was the one, fuck the rest
We Funkdafied, it live
Robin teach a nigga how to really survive
Whether it be track or blunt, ain't no need to
Got what you need, and I everything you ever wanted, nigga
We comin' mass, his pimpin' ass, his is full of Moet
The is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the R-A, T
Rolling off slow on chrome

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