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 Brat in the and me
Y'all who I be, check it

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

And I the costs 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
Back the B.I.G. and my new-found friend

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

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

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

I never knew, niggas had a on who was the king of the street
More deep a Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat
And my nigga just home from work, release
in my lap, chronic in the air

Nigga, pass that shit like you don't care
Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie spliffs
When I'm pissed, release the Rolex from your
Nigga, no human being, 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
you already see the Notorious B R A T

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

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

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

Brat-tat-tat-tat, please

I got the in my pocket, shit stay locked down
The nigga you know who represent them platinum
Now baby Biggie, I done that Juicy
Didn't find nothin' but in the hook B

You're pledging to wreck a notorious nigga ready to die
in the Benz, took me a little ride
Round the mountain, a left, hit So So Def
And told the JD I was the one, fuck the rest

We funkdafied, kicking it
Robin teach a nigga how to really survive
Whether it be track or blunt, ain't no need to
Got what you need and I take everything you wanted

Nigga, we comin' mass, his ass
His glass is of Moet, the Rolex is bar-bayed
Parkade, B to the R A T
Rolling off swoll on 17

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

Lay back, listen to the B side, slide,
Do whatever you want, get out lighters
We be the rhyme writers, starters from the heart of College
New York, Chicago, you wanna go