Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we pattin down pussy Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
Fuck a bitch D in the 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 ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast hostile colossal, money flarin'
Like nostrils for drug apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like
Teflon, make sure jammy is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull in Miami with pull
Tropical 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 we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded with crystals, get fucked with pistols
Just to see my shit, puss
I the stellar, even acapella
I got to all about Roc-A-Fella

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 think you can
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

Mannerisms of a young DeNiro, spent Spanish wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, crime like the pharaoh
I cream, I gleam
High post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my
wanna 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 world go around so I songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends
Like the Mississippi riv', jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed
That's real, mixed feelings a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby
I played him like Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my
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 through 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
platinum fetish for cheddars
Spread letters you move deadish
I make moves that remove out of shoes
You suck pistol like pipe with the
John couldn't assist you
or Benzes like we foulin in the U.N.
So what the you doin?
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet
Spankin with the commas
Bangin out the Bahamas
On hides of we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck me witness manana
Absence of malice in my
Call cousin now Dallas trigger with the callous
Tip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off
Your stops to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a 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, it on if you think 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, bring it on if you you can hang
And if not then let me do my

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