Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty B Side

Intro: Jermaine

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

I got that shit all you niggas just to ride to
Funk for your trunk is I provide you
So slide through your hood with me in your
Cause your correct way to get your groove on
I paid the costs to be the as a kid
around and made some shit you can't fuck with
They thought luck did it, but it cause I'm back again
with the Big and my new-found friend

[Da
Sliding in from the front, way behind
Niggas wonder how I came with this of mine
Remain in seats as I release the clip into yo' hip
and Biggie 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 to touch
Bitches I to fuck, guns I like to bust, so...

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

B.I.G.]
I never knew, niggas had a
On who was the king of the
More deep a Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat
And my nigga just home from work, release
Cristal in my lap, in the air
(Brat: Nigga, pass that like you just don't care)
Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie spliffs
when I'm pissed, the Rolex from your wrist
Nigga, no human being, Korean or
be what Big be seein', I leave 'em peein'
in they draws, Biggie Smalls
Is far weak -- Brat-tat-tat, please speak ...
(Brat: Nigga, close your eyes, you already see
the B-R-A-T)
The raw combination, the destination,
Number one tote a gun with no
Live the funkdafied cutie pie
Gat by the thigh, the by her side
If you with her you got to fuck with me
And we'll be rapping at your eulogy, so ...

Jermaine
Brat-tat-tat-tat, please ...

[Da
I got the funk in my pocket, shit stay down
The nigga you know who them platinuim sounds
Now Biggie, I done heard that Juicy
find nuthin but truth, in the hook B
You're pledging to wreck with a notorious ready to die
jump in the Benz, took me a ride
round the mountain, a left, hit SoSoDef
and the nigga JD I was the one, fuck the rest
We Funkdafied, it live
Robin teach a nigga how to really survive
it be track or blunt, ain't no need to front
Got what you need, and I take you ever wanted, nigga
We comin' mass, his ass, his glass is full of Moet
The is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the R-A, T
off slow on chrome 17's

Outro: Dupri
Lay back, to the B-Side
Slide, glide, do whatever you
Get out lighters
We be the rhyme
... from the heart of College Park,
New York, Chicago ... you wanna go