Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

Aiyyo Jay up; these motherfuckers
Fuckin' talkin' comeback shit like they cookin' crack
Shit I ain't frontin' all I want my pockets like slum change
Yaknahmsayin? Front the we roll back like rubbers motherfucker
For real; with no of AIDS
We keep our pockets blown, Roc-A-Fella 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 we do our thing and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to
East coast hostile colossal, money flarin'
nostrils for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board poquino
Teflon, sure your jammy is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in with pull
Tropical where I got a few keys
With my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's cheese
we was garbage, so fuck college
Street knowledge amazin' to when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches with crystals, get fucked with
Just to see my shit, puss
I the stellar, even acapella
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 think you can
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, it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my

Mannerisms of a Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish 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 keep my steam
Niggaz wanna try to hem my jeans
fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's dope for y'all to lean
Liaison for on in
Money make the world go around so I made songs to
Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends
Like the Mississippi riv', lookin
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony Manolo
That's real, mixed feelings like a
Thug thought he was O.G. Johnson
I played him like Benny Blanco, a mano
You ain't ready, I find no trigger up shoot my guns
Horizontal, get your up, I am
Two point two pounds you're 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 Hollis to a hood near you, the fuck...

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

Money is
I'm into with facial credit
Pure platinum fetish for
Spread letters you move you're
I make 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 what the fuck you
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, yet polished
Spankin dollars the commas
bitches out the Bahamas
On hides of we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck me witness manana
Absence of in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas finger with the callous
Tip scales from mail to keep these off balance
Your frequent to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar the dirty green cream

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

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