Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

Aiyyo Jay word up; motherfuckers
Fuckin' talkin' that comeback like they cookin' crack
Shit I ain't frontin' all I want my pockets green like change
Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we back like rubbers motherfucker
For real; with no of AIDS
We keep our pockets fully blown, click nigga

Aiyyo we down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
Fuck a D in the marked car
We got the bad bitches for air in Aspen
Searchin' for aspirin I ask then, we swing
You we do our thing and bring
Sling your from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast hostess hostile colossal, flarin'
Like for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al down to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board poquino
Teflon, make sure your jammy is
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami pull
Tropical leaves I got a few keys
my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so college
Street amazin' to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches with crystals, get with pistols
Just to see my shit, puss
I drop the stellar, even
I got to tell all Roc-A-Fella

Yeah, it on if you think you can hang
And if not let me do my thang
Yeah, it on if you think you can hang
And if not let me do my thang
Yeah, it on if you think you can hang
And if not let me do my thang
Yeah, it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, Spanish wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, crime like the pharaoh
I cream, I gleam
High like Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop
to Queens, I gotta keep my steam
Niggaz wanna try to hem my jeans
Uptown for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's somethin dope for y'all to
Liaison for on in
Money make the world go so I made songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends
Like the Mississippi riv', jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to away when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed feelings a mulatto
thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a
You ain't ready, I no trigger straight up shoot my guns
Horizontal, get your up, I am
Two point two pounds you're barely a hundred and grams
Wouldn't y'all to understand this money
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to
Crews through Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck...

("Bring it on if you you can hang...")

is power
I'm into with facial credit
Pure platinum for cheddars
Spread letters you you're deadish
I make moves that remove pebbles out of
You suck pistol like with the crystal
John Stockton assist you
Cowboys or like we foulin in the U.N.
So what the fuck you
nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin dollars the commas
Bangin out the Bahamas
On of llama we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck me witness manana
of malice in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas finger with the callous
Tip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off
Your frequent to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a nigga schemin on the action with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill dreams
Never put the pure sugar before the dirty green cream

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can
And if not then let me do my
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can
And if not then let me do my
Yeah, bring it on if you you can hang
And if not then let me do my
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can
And if not then let me do my

"Yeah, it on... bring it on..."
"Yeah, bring it on... it on..."
"Yeah, bring it on... it on..."
"Yeah, bring it on... it on..."
"Yeah, bring it on... it on..."