Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we pattin pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
Fuck a D in the marked car
We got the bad gaspin' for air in Aspen
Searchin' for aspirin I ask then, we swing
You cling we do our and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling from Brooklyn to Beijing
coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin'
Like nostrils for dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like
Teflon, make sure your is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in with pull
Tropical leaves where I got a few
my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so fuck
knowledge amazin' to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches with crystals, get fucked pistols
to see my shit, discharge puss
I the stellar, even acapella
I got to tell all about

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 then let me do my

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, Spanish wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, crime organized the pharaoh
I cream, I gleam
High post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to
to Queens, I gotta keep my steam
Niggaz try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's dope for y'all to lean
for days on in
Money the world go around so I made songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, flow
Like the riv', lookin jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, feelings like a mulatto
thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I played him like Benny Blanco, a mano
You ain't ready, I find no straight up shoot my guns
Horizontal, get your up, I am
Two point two pounds you're barely a hundred and twenty-five
Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to
Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a 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 letters you you're deadish
I make moves that remove out of shoes
You suck pistol like with the crystal
John Stockton assist you
Cowboys or like we foulin in the U.N.
So the fuck you doin?
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, yet polished
Spankin with the commas
Bangin bitches out the
On hides of we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck with me witness
Absence of in my palace
Call now Dallas trigger finger with the callous
Tip from mail to keep these niggaz off balance
Your stops to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a nigga on the wrist action with the gleams
for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty cream

Yeah, it on if you think 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, 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

"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..."