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 shit all you niggas just love to ride to
for your trunk is what I provide you
So slide through your hood with me in deck
Cause your correct way to get your on Flossin
I the costs to be the boss as a kid
Fucked around and made some you can't fuck with
They thought luck did it, but it didn't cause I'm again
Back with the Big and my friend

[Da
Sliding in from the front, never way
Niggas wonder how I came this style of mine
Remain in your 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 you motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers just you want

B.I.G.]
I never knew, niggas had a
On who was the of the street
More deep than a Rover jeep, guns under the seat
And my nigga just came home from work,
Cristal in my lap, in the air
(Brat: Nigga, pass that like you just don't care)
Yeah, you on my list, Biggie burns spliffs
when I'm pissed, release the Rolex from wrist
Nigga, no human being, 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 your eyes, 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 fuck with her you got to fuck 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 locked down
The you know who represent them platinuim sounds
Now baby Biggie, I done heard Juicy
find nuthin but truth, in the hook B
You're to wreck with a notorious nigga ready to die
jump in the Benz, me a little ride
round the mountain, broke a left, hit
and told the nigga JD I was the one, the rest
We Funkdafied, it live
Robin Leach teach a nigga how to survive
Whether it be track or blunt, ain't no to front
Got what you need, and I take 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 on chrome 17's

Outro: Jermaine
Lay back, to the B-Side
Slide, glide, do you want
Get out lighters
We be the writers
... from the heart of College Park,
New York, Chicago ... you wanna go