Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we pattin down pussy Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
a bitch D in the marked car
We got the bad bitches for air in Aspen
Searchin' for aspirin I ask then, we swing
You cling we do our and bring
Sling your from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast hostess hostile colossal, flarin'
Like nostrils for drug 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 in Miami with pull
Tropical where I got a few keys
With my man stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese
we was garbage, so fuck college
Street knowledge to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star bitches with crystals, get fucked with pistols
Just to see my shit, discharge
I drop the stellar, even
I got to tell all about

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 let me do my thang
Yeah, it on if you think you can hang
And if not let me do my thang

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, organized like the pharaoh
I cream, I diamond
High like Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I keep my steam
Niggaz try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's somethin dope for y'all to
for days on in
Money make the world go around so I 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 when Tony killed Manolo
real, mixed feelings like a mulatto
Thug he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I played him like Benny Blanco, a mano
You ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up my guns
Horizontal, get your up, I am
Two point two pounds you're barely a and twenty-five grams
expect y'all to understand this money
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to
Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood you, what the fuck...

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

is power
I'm into cheddick facial credit
Pure fetish for cheddars
Spread letters you move you're
I make moves remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like pipe with the
John couldn't assist you
Cowboys or like we foulin in the U.N.
So the fuck you doin?
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet
Spankin dollars with the
Bangin 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 Dallas finger with the callous
Tip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off
Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you me
a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your
Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty cream

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 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 if you think you can
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..."