Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty B Side

Intro: Jermaine

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 love to to
for your trunk is what I provide you
So slide through your hood me in your deck
Cause your correct way to get groove on Flossin
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 the Big and my new-found friend

[Da
Sliding in the front, never way behind
Niggas wonder how I with this style of mine
in your seats as I release the clip 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
an MC coming close to touch
Bitches I like to fuck, I like to bust, so...

(2x): Manuel Seal
Lay on nite, up the blunts
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 Range Rover jeep, guns under the
And my nigga just came home from work,
in my lap, chronic in the air
(Brat: Nigga, pass that shit like you just care)
Yeah, you on my list, Biggie burns spliffs
when I'm pissed, release the Rolex your wrist
Nigga, no human being, or European
be seein' Big be seein', I leave 'em peein'
in draws, because Biggie Smalls
Is far weak -- Brat-tat-tat, please speak ...
(Brat: Nigga, close your eyes, cause you 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 Smalls by her
If you with 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 down
The you know who represent them platinuim sounds
Now baby Biggie, I heard that Juicy
Didn't find but truth, in the hook B
You're pledging to with a notorious nigga ready to die
jump in the Benz, took me a little
round the mountain, a left, hit SoSoDef
and told the JD I was the one, fuck the rest
We Funkdafied, it live
Robin Leach teach a nigga how to survive
it be track or blunt, ain't no need to front
Got what you need, and I take 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 chrome

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