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

[Da
Sliding in from the front, never way
Niggas wonder how I came with style of mine
Remain in your 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 you motherfuckers know
Ain't an MC close to touch
I like to fuck, guns I like to bust, so...

Chorus (2x): Seal
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 king of the
More deep than a Range Rover jeep, under the seat
And my nigga came home from work, release
Cristal in my lap, in the air
(Brat: Nigga, pass that shit you just don't care)
Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie burns
when I'm pissed, release the Rolex from wrist
Nigga, no human being, Korean or
be seein' what Big be seein', I leave 'em
in they draws, because Biggie
Is far from weak -- Brat-tat-tat, please ...
(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 the funkdafied cutie pie
Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her
If you fuck with her you got to fuck me
And be rapping at your motherfuckin' eulogy, so ...

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

[Da
I got the funk in my pocket, shit locked down
The nigga you know who them platinuim sounds
Now baby Biggie, I heard that Juicy
Didn't nuthin but truth, in the hook B
pledging to wreck with a notorious nigga ready to die
jump in the Benz, took me a ride
round the mountain, broke a left, hit
and the nigga 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 you need, and I take 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: Dupri
Lay back, listen to the
Slide, glide, do you want
Get out your
We be the rhyme
Starters ... from the of College Park,
New York, Chicago ... wherever you go