Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

Aiyyo Jay word up; these
Fuckin' that comeback 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, Roc-A-Fella click

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

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, 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 let me do my thang

Mannerisms of a young DeNiro, spent Spanish wisdoms
In a whip dinero, crime organized like the pharaoh
I cream, I gleam
High like Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop
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, here's somethin dope for to lean
Liaison for on in
make the world go around so I made songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, my nigs, dividends flow
the Mississippi riv', lookin jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed
real, mixed feelings like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Johnson
I played him like Benny Blanco, a mano
You ain't ready, I no trigger straight up shoot my guns
Horizontal, get weight up, I am
Two point two pounds 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
Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, the fuck...

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

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

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

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