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 that shit all you niggas just to ride to
Funk for your trunk is what I you
So slide your hood with me in your deck
Cause your correct way to get your groove on
I the costs to be the boss as a kid
Fucked around and made some shit you can't fuck
thought luck 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
and Biggie Smalls...

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

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

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

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

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

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