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, y'all who I be
it

I got that shit all you niggas just love to to
Funk for your 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 paid the to be the boss as a kid
around and made some shit you can't fuck with
They thought did it, but it didn't 'cause I'm back again
Back with the Big and my new-found

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

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

Lay on back, light up the
As we give you motherfuckers just 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 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 like you just don't care)
Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie spliffs
when I'm pissed, release the from your wrist

Nigga, no human being, Korean or
Be seein' what Big be seein', I 'em peein'
In they draws, be'cause Biggie
Is far weak, Brat, tat, tat, please speak
(Nigga, your eyes, 'cause you already see
The B, R, A, T)

The raw combination, the
one tote a gun with no hesitation
Live with the 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, light up the
As we give you motherfuckers just what you
Lay on back, light up the
As we give you just what you want

Brat, tat, tat, tat, please

I got the funk in my pocket, shit locked down
The nigga you who represent them platinum sounds
Now baby Biggie, I done heard Juicy
find nuthin' but truth, in the hook B

You're to wreck 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 the nigga JD I was the one, fuck the rest
We Funkdafied, it live

Robin Leach teach a nigga how to survive
Whether it be track or blunt, ain't no to front
Got what you need, and I take everything you wanted, nigga
We comin' mass, his pimpin' ass, his glass is full of
The is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the R, A, T
Rolling off swoll on seventeen

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

Lay back, to the B Side
Slide, glide, do whatever you
Get out your
We be the writers
Starters from the heart of College
New York,
Wherever you go