Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill to the Bar
Fuck a bitch D in the car
We got the bad gaspin' for air in Aspen
Searchin' for aspirin when I ask then, we
You we do our thing and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling from Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast hostess hostile colossal, money
Like nostrils for drug 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 with pull
leaves 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 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 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

of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, crime like the pharaoh
I cream, I diamond
High post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to
to Queens, I gotta keep my steam
Niggaz try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's dope for y'all 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
Like the Mississippi riv', jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony Manolo
That's real, feelings like a mulatto
thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I played him like Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my
Horizontal, get weight up, I am
Two point two pounds you're barely a 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...")

Money is
I'm into cheddick with facial
Pure fetish for cheddars
Spread letters you you're deadish
I make moves that pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like with the crystal
John Stockton assist you
Cowboys or like we foulin in the U.N.
So the fuck you doin?
Whatever Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
dollars with the commas
Bangin out the Bahamas
On of llama we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck me witness manana
of malice in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas finger with the callous
Tip scales mail to keep these niggaz off balance
Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you me
Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action the gleams
Jewels for Pop fulfill your dreams
Never put the pure brown before 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 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 if you you can hang
And if not let me do my thang

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