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, know who I be
it ...

I got that shit all you niggas just to ride to
Funk for your trunk is I provide you
So slide through hood with me in your deck
Cause your correct way to get your groove on
I the costs to be the boss as a kid
around and made some shit 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
wonder how I came with this style of mine
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 motherfuckers
Ain't an MC close to touch
Bitches I to fuck, guns I like to bust, so...

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

B.I.G.]
I knew, niggas had a clue
On who was the of the street
More deep than a Range Rover jeep, guns under the
And my nigga just home from work, release
in my lap, chronic in the air
(Brat: Nigga, pass that shit like you don't care)
Yeah, you on my list, Biggie burns spliffs
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 from -- Brat-tat-tat, please speak ...
(Brat: Nigga, close eyes, cause you already see
the B-R-A-T)
The raw combination, the destination,
Number one a gun with no hestiation
with the funkdafied cutie pie
Gat by the thigh, the by her side
If you with her you got to fuck with me
And we'll be rapping at your eulogy, so ...

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

[Da
I got the funk in my pocket, shit stay down
The you know 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 nigga ready to die
jump in the Benz, took me a little
the mountain, broke a left, hit SoSoDef
and told the nigga JD I was the one, fuck the
We Funkdafied, it live
Robin Leach a nigga how to really survive
Whether it be track or blunt, ain't no need to
Got what you need, and I everything you ever wanted, nigga
We comin' mass, his pimpin' ass, his glass is full of
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 your
We be the rhyme
... from the heart of College Park,
New York, Chicago ... you wanna go