Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we pattin pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
Fuck a D in the marked car
We got the bad gaspin' for air in Aspen
Searchin' for aspirin I ask then, we swing
You cling we do our thing and
your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast hostess hostile colossal, money
Like nostrils for dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like
Teflon, sure your jammy is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with
Tropical leaves where I got a few
With my man I'll stock a few G's, now unstoppable cheese
we was garbage, so fuck college
Street knowledge amazin' to scholars when we phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches with crystals, get fucked pistols
Just to see my shit, discharge
I drop the stellar, acapella
I got to tell all about

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can
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, 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

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

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

is power
I'm cheddick with facial credit
platinum fetish for cheddars
Spread you move you're deadish
I make moves remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like pipe the crystal
John couldn't 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 bitches out the
On of llama we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck with me witness
Absence of malice in my
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 wrist action with the
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill dreams
put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream

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

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