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, know who I be
it ...

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

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

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

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

B.I.G.]
I never knew, niggas had a
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 that shit you just don't care)
Yeah, you on my list, Biggie burns spliffs
when I'm pissed, the Rolex from your wrist
Nigga, no human being, or European
be seein' what Big be seein', I 'em peein'
in they draws, Biggie Smalls
Is far from weak -- Brat-tat-tat, please ...
(Brat: Nigga, close your eyes, cause you see
the B-R-A-T)
The raw combination, the destination,
Number one tote a gun with no
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 rapping at your eulogy, so ...

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

[Da
I got the funk in my pocket, stay locked down
The nigga you who represent them platinuim sounds
Now baby Biggie, I done heard that
Didn't nuthin 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 the nigga JD I was the one, fuck the rest
We Funkdafied, kicking it
Robin Leach a nigga how to really survive
Whether it be or blunt, ain't no need to front
Got what you need, and I take 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
off slow on chrome 17's

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