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 Brat in the
And me, know who I be
it ...

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

[Da
Sliding in the front, never way behind
Niggas wonder how I came with this style of
Remain in seats as I release 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...

(2x): Manuel Seal
Lay on nite, light up the
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 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
I'm pissed, release the Rolex from your wrist
Nigga, no being, Korean or European
be seein' Big be seein', I leave 'em peein'
in they draws, because Smalls
Is far weak -- Brat-tat-tat, please speak ...
(Brat: Nigga, close your eyes, you already see
the B-R-A-T)
The raw combination, the destination,
Number one tote a gun with no
Live the funkdafied cutie pie
Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her
If you with her you got to fuck with me
And we'll be rapping at motherfuckin' eulogy, so ...

Jermaine
Brat-tat-tat-tat, please ...

[Da
I got the funk in my pocket, shit stay locked
The nigga you know who represent platinuim sounds
Now Biggie, I done heard that Juicy
find nuthin but truth, in the hook B
You're pledging to with a notorious nigga ready to die
in the Benz, took me a little ride
round the mountain, broke a left, hit
and told the nigga JD I was the one, the rest
We Funkdafied, kicking it
Robin teach a nigga how to really survive
it be track or blunt, ain't no need to front
Got you need, and I take everything 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
Rolling off slow on chrome

Outro: Dupri
Lay back, listen to the
Slide, glide, do whatever you
Get out your
We be the writers
Starters ... from the of College Park,
New York, Chicago ... you wanna go