Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

Bring it on motherfucker, it on
Bring it on motherfucker, it on
Bring it on motherfucker, it on
Bring it on motherfucker, it on

Monch, I be gettin' more graphic than an Neo Geo
Thirty-two bit chip be slipped between my lips
And then I'll spit spit it out spit it out go spit out
That itty bitty style you

Betta I buttfuck MC's from the rear it appears you're stuck up
It's my that strike up mind and rips this beat apart
You know the many styles I choose will bruise crews from the
I flow 'cause awkwardly I flow fast to the rhythm

Incisions are into the brain and then I begin to give 'em
A lobotomy, follow me I'm shapin' your brain like
All over the track the P H gimme the A R
the O A gimme the H E, Pharoahe

Crazy poison tip arrows are you from all directions
You cannot dodge or to dislodge them from the point at
Which they are connecting, I am
A style-style for pa-pa-pile-piles of MC's
Who try to get

Fu-fu-fuck dat, when I'm in a renovative of mind
I'm innovative, never been afraid of the microphone
I'm prone to be
Cling I sing a song of sixpence if it makes sense then sing along
Cling along to my nuts if you got guts bring it on

it on motherfucker, bring it on
Bring it on motherfucker, it on
it on motherfucker, bring it on
Bring it on motherfucker, it on

it on motherfucker, bring it on
Bring it on motherfucker, it on
Bring it on motherfucker, it on
it on motherfucker, bring it on

There is no equivalent one consider me the epitome of
Rhythm to techs execution is parallel to
an exception of the organisms
My telepathy cannot be dismantled so sweatin' me
Advanced now watch your greater updates so raps get trampled
Fe-fi-foe steps up elevations show, I'm ahead of your time