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 back rubbers motherfucker
For real; with no trace of
We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella 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 cling we do our thing and
Sling your 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 across the board like poquino
Teflon, make sure your is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with
Tropical leaves I got a few keys
With my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's cheese
we was garbage, so fuck college
Street knowledge amazin' to scholars when we coin for dollars
Star bitches with crystals, get fucked with pistols
Just to see my shit, puss
I drop the stellar, even
I got to tell all about

Yeah, it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my
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 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 whip with dinero, crime like the pharaoh
I cream, I gleam
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
Liaison for on in
Money make the go around so I made songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, my nigs, dividends flow
the Mississippi riv', lookin jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed
That's real, mixed feelings a mulatto
Thug he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I played him like Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up my guns
Horizontal, get weight up, I am
Two point two pounds you're barely a hundred and grams
Wouldn't y'all to understand this money
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to
Crews Brooklyn Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck...

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

is power
I'm into with facial credit
Pure platinum for cheddars
Spread you move you're deadish
I make moves that remove out of shoes
You suck pistol like with the crystal
Stockton couldn't assist you
Cowboys or like we foulin in the U.N.
So what the fuck you
nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin dollars with the
Bangin out the Bahamas
On hides of we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck with me witness
of malice in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger 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 with the gleams
for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams
Never put the brown sugar before the dirty green cream

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