Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

Aiyyo Jay word up; these
Fuckin' talkin' that comeback shit like cookin' crack
Shit I frontin' all I want my pockets green like slum change
Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll back like motherfucker
For real; with no of AIDS
We keep our fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click nigga

Aiyyo we pattin down from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
Fuck a D in the marked car
We got the bad bitches gaspin' for air in
Searchin' for 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 colossal, money flarin'
Like nostrils for dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the like poquino
Teflon, sure your jammy 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 amazin' to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded with crystals, get fucked with pistols
Just to see my shit, puss
I drop the stellar, even
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 you can hang
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 Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, crime organized like the
I cream, I diamond
High post like Hakeem, got a lot of to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my
Niggaz wanna try to hem my jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to on the scene
In the meanwhile, somethin dope 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, with my nigs, flow
Like the Mississippi riv', lookin
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Johnson
I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a
You ain't ready, I find no trigger up shoot my guns
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 money
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to
Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck...

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

is power
I'm into cheddick with facial
Pure fetish for cheddars
letters you move you're deadish
I moves that remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like with the crystal
Stockton couldn't assist you
Cowboys or Benzes like we in the U.N.
So what the 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
with me witness manana
Absence of in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas trigger with the callous
Tip from mail to keep these niggaz off balance
Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you me
Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your
put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream

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 let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can
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... bring 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..."