Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we pattin down pussy Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
Fuck a D in the marked car
We got the bad gaspin' for air in Aspen
Searchin' for when I ask then, we swing
You we do our thing and bring
Sling your from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast hostile colossal, money flarin'
Like for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed the board like poquino
Teflon, make sure your is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in with pull
Tropical leaves where I got a few
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 bitches with crystals, get with pistols
Just to see my shit, puss
I the stellar, even 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 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

of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish wisdoms
In a with dinero, crime organized like the pharaoh
I cream, I gleam
High post Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop
to Queens, I gotta keep my steam
Niggaz try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the
In the meanwhile, here's somethin dope for to lean
for days on in
Money make the world go around so I made songs to
Can I Live, did dough, my nigs, dividends flow
Like the Mississippi riv', jig'
do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, feelings like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Johnson
I him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I find no trigger up shoot my guns
Horizontal, get your up, I am
Two point two pounds you're barely a and twenty-five grams
Wouldn't expect y'all to this 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 platinum for cheddars
Spread letters you move you're
I make moves that remove pebbles out of
You suck pistol pipe with the crystal
Stockton couldn't assist you
Cowboys or Benzes like we in the U.N.
So what the you doin?
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, yet polished
dollars with the commas
Bangin bitches out the
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck with me manana
of malice in my palace
Call cousin now trigger finger with the callous
Tip scales from mail to these niggaz off balance
frequent stops to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your
Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green

Yeah, bring it on if you 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
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 let me do my thang

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