Luyện nghe bài hát Brown Sugar (Raw)

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

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

[Talib
body was immaculate
Sweet like my first kiss in the of the flick
I to insist, miss, that we chat for a bit
But your ass wanna
all fast like you can't stop
I somebody to get passionate with
You just that I be on that supermasculine (shit)
Crackin the just to shut you you and fasten your lip
I just be my light and they be baskin in it
I go out casually dip trip on the hit
Sippin Cosmopolitans on some (shit)
Black in the building and it hasta 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 sugar let me see you it out
(brown sugar 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 for weeks to purchase a piece
I'm with my people hurtin to cease, it's curtains for
Certain keeps spurs to their knees like I'm chirpin with
Rhymes sicker than the pervert that flirt his niece
Stop, the track lay in a deceased
We play, my man Kanye murdered the beat
Yo the rhymin's on me, coutesy of
(Ludacris) how I'm (Disturbin The Peace)

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

Kweli]

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

[Mos
Stop, the Ivy League colleges
To the blocks where the is
And they their ?? lit
Just shake it out and respond to
And all of it

Def, Talib Kweli, and background singers)
Stop (uh on)
You got it (I come on)

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

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

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

Stop (come on ma) (Black Star 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)