Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty B Side

B Side, B side, ha, it
So, So Def Bad Boy
The BIG in the house
We got Da Brat in the
And me, 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 through your hood with me in your deck
your correct way to get your groove on flomps

And I the costs to be the boss as a kid
around and made some shit you can't fuck with
They thought luck did it, but it didn't I'm back again
Back with the Big and my new-found

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

Aw, shit!
On top of all that, I'm so, so
Flow to you motherfuckers know
Ain't an MC close to touch
Bitches I like to fuck, I like to bust, so

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

I never knew, niggas had a
On who was the king of the
More than a Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat
And my just came home from work, release

Cristal in my lap, in the air
(Nigga, pass that shit like you don't care)
Yeah, you on my list, Biggie burns spliffs
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, be'cause Smalls
Is far from weak, Brat, tat, tat, speak
(Nigga, close eyes, 'cause you already see
The B, R, A, T)

The raw combination, the
one tote a gun with no hesitation
Live with the funkdafied pie

Gat by the thigh, the by her side
If you fuck with her you got to fuck me
And we'll be rapping at motherfuckin' eulogy, so

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

Brat, tat, tat, tat, please

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

You're pledging to with a notorious nigga ready to die
Jump in the Benz, took me a little
Round the mountain, a left, hit So, So Def
And told the nigga JD I was the one, the rest
We Funkdafied, kicking it

Robin Leach teach a nigga how to really
it be track or blunt, ain't no need to front
Got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted,
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 chrome

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

Lay back, listen to the B
Slide, glide, do you want
Get out your
We be the rhyme
from the heart of College Park
New York,
Wherever you go