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, 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 with me in your
Cause your correct way to get groove on Flossin
I the costs to be the boss as a kid
Fucked around and made shit you can't fuck with
They thought luck did it, but it cause I'm back again
Back the Big and my new-found friend

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

B.I.G.]
Aw, shit!
On top of all that, I'm so, so remarkable,
Flow to you motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers what you want

B.I.G.]
I never knew, 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 work, release
Cristal in my lap, in the air
(Brat: Nigga, pass shit like you just don't care)
Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie burns
when I'm pissed, the Rolex from your wrist
Nigga, no being, Korean or European
be what 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 a gun with no hestiation
Live with the cutie pie
Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her
If you with her you got to fuck with me
And we'll be at your motherfuckin' eulogy, so ...

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

[Da
I got the funk in my pocket, stay locked down
The nigga you know who represent them sounds
Now baby Biggie, I heard that Juicy
Didn't find nuthin but truth, in the B
You're pledging to wreck a notorious nigga ready to die
jump in the Benz, took me a ride
round the mountain, broke a left, hit
and told the JD I was the one, fuck the rest
We Funkdafied, kicking it
Robin Leach teach a nigga how to really
Whether it be track or blunt, no need to front
Got you need, and I take everything you ever wanted, nigga
We comin' mass, his pimpin' ass, his glass is of Moet
The is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the R-A, T
Rolling off slow on 17's

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