Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
Fuck a bitch D in the car
We got the bad bitches for air in Aspen
Searchin' for when I ask then, we swing
You we do our thing and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling from 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 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 I'll a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese
we was garbage, so fuck college
Street knowledge amazin' to scholars when we coin phrases for
Star studded bitches crystals, get fucked with pistols
Just to see my shit, discharge
I the stellar, even acapella
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 let me do my thang
Yeah, it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can
And if not let me do my thang

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish
In a whip with dinero, organized like the pharaoh
I cream, I diamond
High post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to
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 dope for y'all to lean
Liaison for on in
Money make the go around so I made songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends
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 ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my guns
Horizontal, get weight up, I am
Two point two pounds you're a hundred and twenty-five grams
Wouldn't expect y'all to understand money
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to
Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, the fuck...

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

Money is
I'm into cheddick with facial
platinum fetish for cheddars
Spread letters you you're deadish
I make moves that remove out of shoes
You suck pistol pipe with the crystal
John Stockton assist you
Cowboys or Benzes we foulin in the U.N.
So what the you doin?
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet
dollars with the commas
Bangin out the Bahamas
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck with me witness
Absence of malice in my
Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger the callous
Tip scales from mail to keep niggaz off balance
Your stops to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your
put the pure brown sugar before the dirty 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 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, it on if you think you can hang
And if not let me do my thang

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