Luyện nghe bài hát Brown Sugar (Raw)

Def (Talib Kweli)]
We here, we here, we (yes yes yes yes)
Fire (uh uh uh uh)
Yes, huh (hey)
We roll from uh- you (hey)
You know what time it is (get hand out my)
You know time it, uh
Star, come on ma (yeah)
Now on ma (yeah)
on ma (uh)
And,

Def]
Yo honeys check it out, she got me
With your hair and your fat ass WOW
over, feel your feet tap on the ground
Make a (nigga) come like "What's happenin now?"
Hear he really promising the platinum, get
You'll be it out, straight backin 'em down
With your on your mouth
And damn baby girl, what's that all
You know the ave curves in the brow
On job, all workin it out
I like how you coordinate: purse, skirt, and the
Around the way, comin out the house
You just on the couch
a cat just pause and be "Wow"

[Talib
Baby's was immaculate
Sweet like my first kiss in the of the flick
I to insist, miss, that we chat for a bit
But your ass wanna
Walkin all fast you can't stop
I need to get passionate with
You just assume that I be on that (shit)
the whip just to shut you you and fasten your lip
I just be shinin my light and be baskin in it
I go out casually dip trip on the hit
Sippin Cosmopolitans on some (shit)
Black in the building and it hasta be sick
BK still smokin (nigga) pass me the (shit),

[Mos Def, Talib Kweli, and background
(what up)
You got it (come on ma)

You got it (come on ma)

You got it

Brown let me see you shake it out
(brown sugar baby)
Ha you got it (there you go)
(brown baby) you got it (work it out)
(brown baby) you got it (come on ma)
Brown sugar let me see you it out

Kweli]
Yeah, this go out to the
Be workin for weeks to a piece
I'm with my hurtin to cease, it's curtains for peace
Certain keeps spurs to their knees I'm chirpin with Tweet
Rhymes sicker than the pervert that with his niece
Stop, the track lay in a hearse
We don't play, my man Kanye the beat
Yo the rhymin's on me, of Kweli
(Ludacris) how I'm (Disturbin The Peace)

[Mos
Yeah, you ain't burnin the
Look at how we got 'em personally
Sipped on when I get Henny
Pen strollin on the track Bishop Don
Or on the Real World
Smoke slow, no joke, one draw I y'all
How many times yo do I got to y'all?
My next album boy I get killed off, it's y'all
We big merger, you act like you the deal y'all
Brooklyn, stand up and let me y'all
sugar babe

[Talib

Nubian girls rock to (whoo)
Black rock the whole metropolis
Brooklyn cats and you know we it
Black Star got the world watchin it

Def]
Stop, from the Ivy League
To the blocks the drama is
And they keepin ?? lit
shake it out and respond to this
And all of it

Def, Talib Kweli, and background singers)
Stop (uh on)
You got it (I said on)

You got it (yeah, yo, we come on)

You got it (brown lemme see you shake it out)
(brown sugar baby)
You got it
Stop (I come on)
You got it (look at you)

You got it (brown sugar see you shake it out)
(huh yeah)
(come on ma)
(come on ma)

Stop (come on ma) (Black Star doin it)
(come on ma) (02 y'all yeah)
(come on ma) (uh yeah)
(Black Star, shinin)
(yeah)
(haha yeah)
(haha yeah)
Stop (Mos Kweli, on)