Luyện nghe bài hát Brown Sugar (Raw)

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

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

Kweli]
Baby's body was
Sweet my first kiss in the back of the flick
I have to insist, miss, that we for a bit
But ass wanna diss
Walkin all fast like you can't
I somebody to get passionate with
You just assume that I be on that (shit)
Crackin the whip just to you you and fasten your lip
I just be my light and they be baskin in it
I go out casually dip trip on the hit
Sippin Cosmopolitans on some (shit)
Black Star in the building and it be sick
BK smokin (nigga) pass me the (shit), what

[Mos Def, Kweli, and background singers]
(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
Stop (brown 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 let me see you shake it out

[Talib
Yeah, this go out to the
Be for weeks to purchase a piece
I'm with my people to cease, it's curtains for peace
keeps spurs to their knees like I'm chirpin with Tweet
Rhymes than the pervert that flirt with his niece
Stop, the lay in a hearse deceased
We don't play, my man Kanye the beat
Yo the rhymin's on me, coutesy of
(Ludacris) how I'm (Disturbin The Peace)

[Mos
Yeah, you burnin the street
Look at how we got 'em thiefed
Sipped on when I get open
Pen on the track like Bishop Don
Or filmed on the Real
Smoke slow, no joke, one I kill y'all
How many times yo do I got to tell
My next album boy I get killed off, real y'all
We big merger, you act like you know the deal
Brooklyn, stand up and let me hear
Brown sugar

[Talib

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

Def]
Stop, from the Ivy colleges
To the where the drama is
And keepin their ?? lit
Just it out and respond to this
And all of it

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

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

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

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

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