Luyện nghe bài hát Da B Side

B side, B side, ha it, So So Def
Bad Boy collaboration, the B.I.G. in the house
We got Da in the house and me
Y'all know who I be, it

I got that shit all you niggas just love to to
for your trunk is what I provide you
So slide through your hood with me in deck
your correct way to get your groove on flomps

And I paid the to be the boss as a kid
Fucked around and made some shit you fuck with
They thought luck did it but it didn't 'cause I'm again
with the B.I.G. and my new-found friend

Sliding in from the front, never way
wonder how I came with this style of mine
Remain in your seats as I release the clip yo' hip
Brat and Smalls

Aw shit, on top of all that, I'm so, so
to make you motherfuckers know
Ain't an MC coming to touch
I like to fuck, guns I like to bust, so

Lay on back, up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers what you want
Lay on back, up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers just you want

I knew, niggas had a clue on who was the king of the street
More than a Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat
And my nigga just came from work, release
in my lap, chronic in the air

Nigga, that shit like you just don't care
Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie spliffs
I'm pissed, release the Rolex from your wrist
Nigga, no being, Korean or European

Be seein' what B.I.G. be seein', I leave 'em
In they because Biggie Smalls is far from weak
Brat-tat-tat, please speak, close your eyes
'Cause you already see the B R A T

The raw combination, the
Number one tote a gun no hesitation
Live the funkdafied cutie pie
Gat by the thigh, the by her side

If you fuck her you got to fuck with me
And be rapping at your motherfuckin' eulogy, so

Lay on back, up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers just you want
Lay on back, light up the
As we give you motherfuckers just you want

Brat-tat-tat-tat, speak

I got the funk in my pocket, stay locked down
The nigga you who represent them platinum sounds
Now baby Biggie, I done heard Juicy
Didn't find but truth in the hook B

pledging to wreck with a notorious nigga ready to die
Jump in the Benz, took me a little
the mountain, broke a left, hit So So Def
And the nigga JD I was the one, fuck the rest

We funkdafied, kicking it
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 mass, his pimpin' ass
His glass is full of Moet, the is bar-bayed
Parkade, B to the R A T
Rolling off swoll on 17

Lay on back, light up the
As we give you motherfuckers what you want
Lay on back, light up the
As we give you motherfuckers just what you

Lay back, to the B side, slide, glide
Do you want, get out your lighters
We be the rhyme writers, from the heart of College Park
New York, Chicago, wherever you go