Luyện nghe bài hát Brown Sugar (Raw)

Def (Talib Kweli)]
We here, we here, we (yes yes yes yes)
Fire (uh uh uh uh)
Yes, huh (hey)
We roll uh- you know (hey)
You know time it is (get your hand out my)
You what time it, uh
Black Star, on ma (yeah)
Now on ma (yeah)
on ma (uh)
And,

Def]
Yo honeys it out, she got me mesmerized
With black hair and your fat ass WOW
over, feel your feet tap on the ground
Make a (nigga) come like "What's happenin now?"
Hear he really promising the platinum, get
You'll be backin it out, straight 'em down
With your hand on your
And baby girl, what's that all about?
You know the ave puttin in the brow
On your job, all it out
I how you coordinate: purse, skirt, and the blouse
the way, comin straight out the house
You laid on the couch
Make a cat just and be "Wow"

Kweli]
Baby's was immaculate
Sweet like my first kiss in the of the flick
I have to insist, miss, that we for a bit
But your ass wanna
Walkin all like you can't stop
I need somebody to get passionate
You just assume that I be on supermasculine (shit)
Crackin the whip just to you you and fasten your lip
I just be shinin my and they be baskin in it
I go out casually dip trip on the hit
Cosmopolitans on some fashionably (shit)
Black Star in the building and it be sick
BK smokin (nigga) pass me the (shit), what

[Mos Def, Talib Kweli, and singers]
(what up)
You got it (come on ma)

You got it (come on ma)

You got it

Brown let me see you shake it out
Stop (brown baby)
Ha you got it (there you go)
(brown baby) you got it (work it out)
(brown baby) you got it (come on ma)
Brown let me see you shake it out

[Talib
Yeah, this go out to the
Be workin for weeks to a piece
I'm with my people hurtin to cease, it's curtains for
Certain keeps to their knees like I'm chirpin with Tweet
Rhymes sicker than the pervert that flirt with his
Stop, the track lay in a deceased
We don't play, my man Kanye the beat
Yo the rhymin's on me, of Kweli
(Ludacris) how I'm (Disturbin The Peace)

[Mos
Yeah, you ain't burnin the
at how we got 'em personally thiefed
Sipped on when I get Henny
Pen strollin on the track Bishop Don
Or on the Real World
Smoke slow, no joke, one I kill y'all
How many yo do I got to tell y'all?
My next boy I get killed off, it's real y'all
We big merger, you act like you the deal y'all
Brooklyn, stand up and let me hear
sugar babe

[Talib

Nubian girls to this (whoo)
Black Star rock the whole
Brooklyn and you know we pocket it
Star got the whole world watchin it

[Mos
Stop, from the Ivy colleges
To the where the drama is
And keepin their ?? lit
Just it out and respond to this
And all of it

[Mos Def, Talib Kweli, and singers)
(uh come on)
You got it (I come on)

You got it (yeah, yo, we said on)

You got it (brown sugar lemme see you it out)
(brown sugar baby)
You got it
Stop (I said on)
You got it (look at you)

You got it (brown lemme see you shake it out)
(huh yeah)
(come on ma)
(come on ma)

Stop (come on ma) (Black start doin it)
Stop (come on ma) (02 yeah)
(come on ma) (uh yeah)
(Black Star, shinin)
(yeah)
(haha yeah)
(haha yeah)
Stop (Mos Kweli, on)