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 Brat in the
And me, y'all who I be
it ...

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

[Da
Sliding in from the front, never way
Niggas wonder how I came this style of mine
Remain in your seats as I release the 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
Ain't an MC coming 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 knew, niggas had a clue
On who was the king of the
More deep than a Range jeep, guns under the seat
And my nigga just came home from work,
Cristal in my lap, in the air
(Brat: Nigga, pass shit like you just don't 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 leave 'em
in draws, because Biggie Smalls
Is far from -- 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 by her side
If you fuck with her you got to with me
And we'll be rapping at motherfuckin' eulogy, so ...

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

[Da
I got the funk in my pocket, stay locked down
The nigga you know who represent platinuim sounds
Now baby Biggie, I done that Juicy
Didn't find but truth, in the hook B
You're pledging to wreck with a notorious ready to die
in the Benz, took me a little ride
round the mountain, broke a left, hit
and told the JD I was the one, fuck the rest
We Funkdafied, it live
Robin Leach a nigga how to really survive
it be track or blunt, ain't no need to front
Got what you need, and I everything you ever wanted, nigga
We comin' mass, his pimpin' ass, his glass is full of
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 you want
Get out your
We be the writers
Starters ... from the heart of Park,
New York, ... wherever you wanna go