Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we down pussy 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 your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to
coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin'
Like for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it across the board like poquino
Teflon, make your jammy is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in with pull
Tropical leaves I got a few keys
With my man stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so college
Street knowledge amazin' to scholars we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches with crystals, get fucked with
to see my shit, discharge puss
I the stellar, even acapella
I got to all about Roc-A-Fella

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 let me do my thang
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

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish
In a with dinero, crime organized like the pharaoh
I cream, I diamond
High like Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta my steam
Niggaz wanna try to hem my long
Uptown fiend for to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's somethin for y'all to lean
Liaison for on in
Money make the go around so I made songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, my nigs, dividends flow
Like the riv', lookin jig'
do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed feelings like a
thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I played him like Benny Blanco, a mano
You ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my
Horizontal, get weight up, I am
Two two pounds you're barely a hundred and twenty-five grams
Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this
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 credit
platinum fetish for cheddars
Spread letters you move deadish
I moves that remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like pipe the crystal
John couldn't assist you
Cowboys or Benzes like we in the U.N.
So the fuck you doin?
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, yet polished
dollars with the commas
Bangin out the Bahamas
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck with me manana
Absence of 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 with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill dreams
put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream

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