Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we pattin down from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
Fuck a D in the marked car
We got the bad bitches gaspin' for air in
Searchin' for aspirin I ask then, we swing
You we do our thing and bring
your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast hostile colossal, money flarin'
Like nostrils for drug apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino
Me Jay and Primo, got it across the board like poquino
Teflon, make your jammy is full
I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull
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 fuck
Street knowledge to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star bitches with crystals, get fucked with pistols
Just to see my shit, puss
I the stellar, even acapella
I got to tell all about

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 then let me do my
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

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish
In a whip with dinero, crime organized like the
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
Uptown for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's somethin dope for y'all to
for days 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', jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, feelings like a mulatto
Thug he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I find no straight 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 you, what the fuck...

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

is power
I'm into cheddick facial credit
Pure platinum fetish for
Spread you move you're deadish
I make that remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol pipe with the crystal
John couldn't assist you
Cowboys or Benzes we foulin in the U.N.
So what the you doin?
nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin dollars with the
Bangin out the Bahamas
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck with me witness
Absence of malice in my
Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger the callous
Tip from mail to keep these niggaz off balance
Your stops to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the
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, 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, bring it on if you think you can
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, it on... bring it on..."
"Yeah, it on... bring it on..."