Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

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

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

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish
In a whip dinero, crime organized like the pharaoh
I cream, I gleam
High post Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop
to Queens, I gotta keep 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 world go around so I songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, my nigs, dividends flow
Like the Mississippi riv', lookin
Can't do for dolo, had to turn when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed feelings 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 your up, I am
Two point two pounds you're 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 near you, the fuck...

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

Money is
I'm into cheddick with credit
Pure fetish for cheddars
Spread you move you're deadish
I make moves that remove pebbles out of
You suck pistol pipe with the crystal
John Stockton assist you
or Benzes like we foulin in the U.N.
So what the you doin?
Whatever Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin dollars with the
Bangin bitches out the
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck me witness manana
Absence of in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the
Tip scales from mail to keep niggaz off balance
Your stops to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a nigga on the wrist action with the gleams
for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams
Never put the pure sugar 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 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... it on..."
"Yeah, bring it on... it on..."
"Yeah, it on... bring it on..."
"Yeah, bring it on... it on..."
"Yeah, it on... bring it on..."