Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

In times of hate an' pain
We need a to help us through the rain
Can't you see I'm O.G.?
you niggas, think you can fuck with me

Now that is gonna jump back
Bitch an' fuck
Shit, I'm qualified to knock a hoe, no wherever I go
me partner, this is pimpin', little pimpin' let you know

the bitch, you say, "I will"
Separate the but you sayin', "I will"
Damn, nigga, shit, you put it like that
I'm to lay some right now, nigga
An' them straight to the track

I've never let a pimp me
Tryin' to me what to do but I'mma stay O.G.
Fresh out the pen 32 days
An' every is pregnant in a multiply ways

Now sick world, why did the girl
around with a gold fish in her pocket?
So she smell like the big girl
An' check the one with the fast
get your money if you have to knock her motherfuckin' ass out

I don't whatcha do
Long you don't with mine
You you can't be touched
Niggas all the time

Old Eyes', Dogg Sinatra
Make a nigga like Jimmy Hoffa
The cocker, ho hopper, show stopper
Watch your mouth, watch mouth

put you in a brick in a building
An' you from your children
I G'd up
All the Gs my set ain't never P C'd up

If you hit the line, you gonna get stop
Payin' motherfuckers off 'cause sucka
Me an' my go heart an' pain
Puttin' paint where it ain't, makin' niggas faint

It's a clear sky there on the Eastside
Throw set up an' wave it from side to C side
I'm big shit, holdin' my dick
on you 'cause nigga, this Crip

I got so tricks up my sleeve
For you to disbelieve
You wanna bang, let's it on
We's a thousand niggas strong

I don't care you do
Long you don't fuck mines
You think you be touched
Niggas disappear all the

No, I love you, bitch, you a hoe, I never will
Can't you my feelings 'cause the pimpin' don't feel
Bitch, matter be gone
Fuck around an' have your sayin', "Baby, he wrong"

Talkin' about, Is he a real
Bitch, is jumbo laced with the proper crop of shrimp?
Since I'm with my hoe, got it crackin' with my hoe
Steady mackin' my hoe, now I'm stackin' with my hoe

I pop a of Mo', about to model a hoe
I'm them, servin' 'em an' breakin' enough
Did the weed, man, get in, it too long
But he get it, dogg, I'm takin' us off

Niggas, how D O double G does it
for makin' that 'Crip Hop' music
Don't it, just ride to the rhythm
Of a pimp ass, class, cold motherfucker

I care whatcha you do
Long you don't with mines
You think you can't be
disappear all the time

I got so many up my sleeve
For you to disbelieve
You wanna bang, let's it on
We's about a thousand niggas

So
So, so
Cold, so