Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

Aiyyo Jay word up; these
Fuckin' talkin' that comeback shit like cookin' crack
Shit I ain't frontin' all I want my pockets green like change
Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll like rubbers motherfucker
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 bitch D in the car
We got the bad bitches for air in Aspen
for aspirin when I ask then, we swing
You we do our thing and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling from Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast hostess hostile colossal, money
Like for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al down to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like
Teflon, make sure your jammy is
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with
Tropical leaves where I got a few
With my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's cheese
Said we was garbage, so college
Street knowledge amazin' to scholars when we coin for dollars
Star studded with crystals, get fucked with pistols
to see my shit, discharge puss
I drop the stellar, acapella
I got to all about Roc-A-Fella

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, 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 let me do my thang

of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, organized 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 to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's somethin for y'all to lean
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 away Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed feelings a mulatto
Thug he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I played him Benny Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I find no straight up shoot my guns
Horizontal, get weight up, I am
Two point two you're barely a hundred and twenty-five grams
Wouldn't expect y'all to understand money
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to
Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a near you, what the fuck...

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

is power
I'm into with facial credit
platinum fetish for cheddars
Spread letters you move deadish
I moves that remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like pipe with the
John Stockton couldn't you
or Benzes like we foulin in the U.N.
So what the fuck you
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet
Spankin with the commas
bitches out the Bahamas
On of llama we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck with me manana
Absence of in my palace
cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callous
Tip scales from mail to keep these off balance
Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you me
a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your
Never put the pure brown sugar the dirty green cream

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