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, y'all who I be
it ...

I got that all you niggas just love to ride to
Funk for trunk 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 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 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
Bitches I like to fuck, 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
deep than a Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat
And my nigga just came home from work,
Cristal in my lap, in the air
(Brat: Nigga, pass that shit like you just care)
Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie spliffs
when I'm pissed, release the Rolex from wrist
Nigga, no human being, or European
be seein' Big be seein', I leave 'em peein'
in they draws, because Smalls
Is far from weak -- Brat-tat-tat, speak ...
(Brat: Nigga, close 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 funkdafied 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 funk in my pocket, shit locked down
The nigga you who represent them platinuim sounds
Now Biggie, I done heard that Juicy
Didn't nuthin but truth, in the hook B
You're pledging to wreck a notorious nigga ready to die
jump in the Benz, took me a ride
round the mountain, a left, hit SoSoDef
and told the nigga JD I was the one, fuck the
We Funkdafied, kicking it
Robin Leach teach a nigga how to survive
Whether it be track or blunt, ain't no need to
Got you need, and I take everything you ever wanted, nigga
We comin' mass, his ass, his glass is full of Moet
The is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the R-A, T
Rolling off slow on 17's

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