Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty B Side

Intro: Dupri

B Side, B side, ha, it
So So Def ... Bad Boy ...
The Notorious BIG in the
We got Da Brat in the
And me, know who I be
it ...

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

[Da
Sliding in the front, never way behind
Niggas wonder how I came this style 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 motherfuckers
Ain't an MC coming to touch
Bitches I like to fuck, I like to bust, so...

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

B.I.G.]
I never knew, had a clue
On who was the of the street
More deep than a Rover jeep, guns under the seat
And my nigga just came from work, release
in my lap, chronic in the air
(Brat: Nigga, pass that 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 leave 'em
in they draws, because 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,
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 at your motherfuckin' eulogy, so ...

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

[Da
I got the in my pocket, shit stay locked down
The you know who represent them platinuim sounds
Now baby Biggie, I done heard that
Didn't find but truth, in the hook B
You're pledging to wreck with a notorious nigga to die
jump in the Benz, took me a ride
round the mountain, a left, hit SoSoDef
and the nigga JD I was the one, fuck the rest
We Funkdafied, kicking it
Robin Leach teach a how to really survive
Whether it be track or blunt, no need to front
Got what you need, and I take everything you wanted, nigga
We mass, his pimpin' 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: Jermaine
Lay back, listen to the
Slide, glide, do you want
Get out lighters
We be the rhyme
Starters ... from the heart of Park,
New York, Chicago ... wherever you go