Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we pattin down pussy from to the Shark Bar
Fuck a D in the marked car
We got the bad bitches for air in Aspen
Searchin' for aspirin when I ask then, we
You cling we do our and bring
Sling ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin'
Like nostrils for drug apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it across the board like poquino
Teflon, sure your jammy is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull in Miami with pull
leaves where I got a few keys
With my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable
Said we was garbage, so college
Street knowledge amazin' to when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches crystals, get fucked with pistols
to see my shit, discharge puss
I drop the stellar, acapella
I got to tell all about

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 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

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, Spanish wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, crime organized the pharaoh
I cream, I gleam
High post like Hakeem, got a lot of to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I keep my steam
Niggaz wanna try to hem my long
Uptown for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, somethin dope for y'all to lean
Liaison for on in
Money the world go around so I made songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, my nigs, dividends flow
Like the riv', lookin jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away Tony killed Manolo
real, mixed feelings like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby
I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a
You ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my
Horizontal, get your up, I am
Two point two pounds you're barely a hundred and grams
Wouldn't expect y'all to understand money
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to
Crews Brooklyn through to a hood near you, what the fuck...

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

is power
I'm into cheddick facial credit
Pure fetish for cheddars
letters you move you're deadish
I make moves that remove pebbles out of
You suck pistol like pipe the crystal
John Stockton couldn't you
Cowboys or Benzes like we in the U.N.
So what the fuck you
nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin dollars with the
Bangin bitches out the
On of llama we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck me witness manana
Absence of in my palace
Call now Dallas trigger finger with the callous
Tip scales from to keep these niggaz off balance
frequent 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 brown sugar before the dirty cream

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

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