Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

Aiyyo Jay word up; these
Fuckin' talkin' comeback shit like they cookin' crack
Shit I frontin' all I want my pockets green like slum change
Front the roll we roll back like rubbers motherfucker
For real; no trace of AIDS
We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella 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 when I ask then, we swing
You cling we do our and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy to Beijing
East hostess hostile colossal, money flarin'
Like nostrils for drug apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like
Teflon, sure 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 stock a few G's, now it's cheese
Said we was garbage, so fuck
Street knowledge to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches crystals, get fucked with pistols
Just to see my shit, puss
I drop the stellar, even
I got to tell all about

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 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, spent Spanish
In a whip with dinero, organized like the pharaoh
I cream, I gleam
High post like Hakeem, got a lot of to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I keep my steam
wanna try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the
In the meanwhile, here's dope for y'all to lean
Liaison for on in
Money make the world go so I made 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, feelings like a mulatto
Thug he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I played him like Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I no trigger straight up shoot my guns
Horizontal, get weight up, I am
Two point two pounds you're barely a hundred and twenty-five
Wouldn't y'all 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 into cheddick with facial
Pure platinum for cheddars
Spread you move you're deadish
I make moves remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol pipe with the crystal
John Stockton assist you
Cowboys or Benzes like we in the U.N.
So what the you doin?
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet
dollars with the commas
Bangin out the Bahamas
On of llama we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck with me witness
of malice in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the
Tip scales from mail to keep niggaz off balance
Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you me
Steam a nigga on the wrist action with the gleams
for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty cream

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