Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we pattin down pussy Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
Fuck a bitch D in the car
We got the bad gaspin' for air in Aspen
for aspirin when I ask then, we swing
You cling we do our thing and
Sling ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East hostess hostile colossal, money flarin'
Like nostrils for dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino
Me Jay and Primo, got it across the board like poquino
Teflon, make your jammy is full
Cause I heard, the Bull lamps in Miami with pull
leaves where I got a few keys
With my man I'll a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so fuck
Street knowledge amazin' to scholars when we coin phrases for
Star studded bitches with crystals, get fucked pistols
Just to see my shit, puss
I drop the stellar, acapella
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, 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 let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on if you you can hang
And if not let me do my thang

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, Spanish wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, organized like the pharaoh
I cream, I diamond
High post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to
Brooklyn to Queens, I keep my steam
Niggaz try to hem my long jeans
fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's somethin for y'all to lean
Liaison for on in
Money make the world go around so I songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, flow
Like the Mississippi riv', lookin
Can't do for dolo, had to turn when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby
I played him Benny Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my
Horizontal, get weight up, I am
Two point two pounds barely a hundred and twenty-five grams
Wouldn't expect y'all to this money
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to
Crews Brooklyn through to a hood near you, what the fuck...

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

Money is
I'm into cheddick with credit
Pure platinum for cheddars
Spread letters you you're deadish
I moves that remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like pipe the crystal
Stockton couldn't assist you
Cowboys or like we foulin in the U.N.
So the fuck you doin?
nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin dollars the commas
Bangin out the Bahamas
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly
Fry hotter, you die
with me witness manana
Absence of in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger the callous
Tip scales from mail to keep these off balance
Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you me
a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty cream

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

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