Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

Aiyyo Jay up; these motherfuckers
Fuckin' that comeback shit like they cookin' crack
I ain't frontin' all I want my pockets green like slum change
Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll like rubbers motherfucker
For real; with no of AIDS
We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella nigga

we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
Fuck a bitch D in the car
We got the bad bitches gaspin' for air in
for aspirin when I ask then, we swing
You we do our thing and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy to Beijing
East coast hostess colossal, money flarin'
Like nostrils for drug apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the like poquino
Teflon, make sure your jammy is
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with
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
knowledge amazin' to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches with crystals, get fucked with
Just to see my shit, discharge
I drop the stellar, even
I got to all about Roc-A-Fella

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

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, crime organized the pharaoh
I cream, I gleam
post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I keep my steam
wanna try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's somethin for y'all to lean
for days on in
Money make the go around so I made songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends
Like the riv', lookin jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed feelings like a
thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I played him like Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I find no trigger up shoot my guns
Horizontal, get your up, I am
Two two pounds you're barely a hundred and twenty-five grams
Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to
Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, the fuck...

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

Money is
I'm into cheddick with facial
Pure fetish for cheddars
Spread you move you're deadish
I make moves that pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like pipe with the
John Stockton couldn't you
or Benzes like we foulin in the U.N.
So what the fuck you
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, yet polished
Spankin dollars the commas
Bangin out the Bahamas
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck with me manana
Absence of in my palace
Call now Dallas trigger finger with the callous
Tip scales mail to keep these niggaz off balance
frequent stops to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the
Jewels for Pop Duke your dreams
Never put the brown sugar before the dirty green cream

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

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