Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty B Side

Intro: Dupri

B Side, B side, ha, it
So So Def ... Bad Boy ...
The Notorious BIG in the
We got Da in the house
And me, know who I be
it ...

I got that shit all you just love to ride to
for your trunk is what I provide you
So slide through your hood with me in your
Cause correct way to get your groove on Flossin
I paid the costs to be the 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 friend

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

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

Chorus (2x): Manuel
Lay on nite, light up the
As we give you just what you want

B.I.G.]
I knew, niggas had a clue
On who was the king of the
More deep than a Rover jeep, guns under the seat
And my just came home from work, release
Cristal in my lap, in the air
(Brat: Nigga, pass shit like you just don't care)
Yeah, you on my shit list, burns spliffs
when I'm pissed, release the Rolex your wrist
Nigga, no being, Korean or European
be seein' what Big be seein', I leave 'em
in draws, because Biggie Smalls
Is far weak -- Brat-tat-tat, please speak ...
(Brat: Nigga, close your eyes, cause you see
the B-R-A-T)
The raw combination, the destination,
Number one a gun with no hestiation
Live with the funkdafied pie
Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her
If you fuck with her you got to with me
And be rapping at your motherfuckin' eulogy, so ...

Jermaine
Brat-tat-tat-tat, speak ...

[Da
I got the funk in my pocket, shit locked down
The nigga you know who represent them platinuim
Now baby Biggie, I heard that Juicy
Didn't nuthin but truth, in the hook B
pledging to wreck with a notorious nigga ready to die
jump in the Benz, me a little ride
round the mountain, broke a left, hit
and told the JD I was the one, fuck the rest
We Funkdafied, it live
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 wanted, nigga
We comin' mass, his pimpin' ass, his is full of Moet
The is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the R-A, T
off slow on chrome 17's

Outro: Jermaine
Lay back, listen to the
Slide, glide, do you want
Get out lighters
We be the writers
... from the heart of College Park,
New York, Chicago ... wherever you go