Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

In these times of hate an'
We need a remedy to help us the rain
you see I'm straight O.G.?
Fuck you niggas, you can fuck with me

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

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

I've never let a bitch me
Tryin' to tell me what to do but stay O.G.
out the pen only 32 days
An' bitch is pregnant in a multiply ways

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

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

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

I'll put you in a in a building
An' separate you from children
I G'd up
All the Gs from my set ain't P C'd up

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

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

I got so many tricks up my
For you to disbelieve
You bang, let's bring it on
We's about a 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 don't love you, bitch, you a hoe, I will
Can't tell you my 'cause the pimpin' don't feel
Bitch, 'fact be gone
Fuck around an' have your sayin', "Baby, he wrong"

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

I pop a bottle of Mo', to model a hoe
I'm workin' them, servin' 'em an' breakin'
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
Known for makin' 'Crip Hop' music
Don't abuse it, ride to the rhythm
Of a ass, upper class, cold motherfucker

I care whatcha you do
Long you fuck with mines
You think you be touched
Niggas all the time

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

So
So, so
Cold, so