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 from uh- you know (hey)
You know what time it is (get your out my)
You know what it, uh
Star, come on ma (yeah)
Now on ma (yeah)
on ma (uh)
And,

Def]
Yo check it out, she got me mesmerized
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 the platinum, get down
be backin it out, straight backin 'em down
With your on your mouth
And baby girl, what's that all about?
You know the ave curves in the brow
On job, all workin it out
I like how you purse, skirt, and the blouse
Around the way, comin out the house
You just laid on the
Make a cat just and be "Wow"

[Talib
Baby's body was
Sweet my first kiss in the back of the flick
I to insist, miss, that we chat for a bit
But ass wanna diss
Walkin all fast like you stop
I need somebody to get passionate
You just assume that I be on that (shit)
Crackin the whip to shut 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
Cosmopolitans on some fashionably (shit)
Black Star in the and it hasta be sick
BK smokin (nigga) pass me the (shit), what

[Mos Def, Talib Kweli, and 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)
sugar let me see you shake it out

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

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

Kweli]

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

Def]
Stop, from the Ivy colleges
To the blocks where the is
And keepin their ?? lit
Just 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 sugar see you shake it out)
Stop (brown baby)
You got it
Stop (I said 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 Star start it)
Stop (come on ma) (02 yeah)
(come on ma) (uh yeah)
(Black Star, shinin)
(yeah)
(haha yeah)
(haha yeah)
Stop (Mos Kweli, on)