Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we down pussy 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 we do our thing and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to
East coast hostile colossal, money flarin'
Like for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it across the board like poquino
Teflon, make your jammy 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 unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so fuck
knowledge amazin' to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star bitches with crystals, get fucked with pistols
to see my shit, discharge puss
I drop the stellar, 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 you can hang
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, bring it on if you think you can
And if not let me do my thang

Mannerisms of a Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, crime organized the pharaoh
I cream, I gleam
High like Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my
Niggaz try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's somethin for y'all to lean
for days on in
Money make the world go around so I songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, my nigs, dividends flow
Like the riv', lookin jig'
do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed like 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 up shoot my guns
Horizontal, get your up, I am
Two point two pounds you're a hundred and twenty-five grams
Wouldn't y'all to understand this 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...")

Money is
I'm cheddick with facial credit
platinum fetish for cheddars
Spread you move you're deadish
I moves that remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like with the crystal
John Stockton couldn't you
Cowboys or Benzes like we in the U.N.
So what the you doin?
Whatever Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin dollars the commas
bitches out the Bahamas
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly
Fry hotter, you die
with me witness manana
Absence of malice in my
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 action the gleams
for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar before the green cream

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 think you can
And if not then let me do my

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