Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we pattin down from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
a bitch 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 thing and
Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy to Beijing
East coast hostess hostile colossal, flarin'
Like for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al down to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it across the board like poquino
Teflon, make sure your jammy is
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with
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 scholars when we phrases for dollars
studded bitches with crystals, get fucked with pistols
Just to see my shit, discharge
I drop the stellar, acapella
I got to tell all about

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 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 if you think you can hang
And if not let me do my thang

Mannerisms of a Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish wisdoms
In a with dinero, crime organized like the pharaoh
I cream, I diamond
High post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to
to Queens, I gotta keep my steam
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
for days on in
Money make the world go so I made 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
real, mixed feelings like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Johnson
I played him like Benny Blanco, a mano
You ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up my guns
Horizontal, get weight up, I am
Two point two pounds barely a hundred and twenty-five grams
expect 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 cheddick with credit
Pure platinum for cheddars
letters you move you're deadish
I moves that remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like pipe the crystal
John Stockton couldn't you
or Benzes like we foulin in the U.N.
So what the you doin?
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet
Spankin dollars the commas
Bangin out the Bahamas
On hides of we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck with me manana
Absence of in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the
Tip from mail to keep these niggaz off balance
Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you me
Steam a nigga schemin on the action with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your
Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green

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 let me do my thang
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, it on... bring it on..."
"Yeah, it on... bring it on..."
"Yeah, it on... bring it on..."
"Yeah, it on... bring it on..."
"Yeah, bring it on... it on..."