Luyện nghe bài hát Bringin' It

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It ain't over it don't stop like dat dat dat dat dat dat
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come on

One question who be the thug that y'all most?
Or give a toast to this drug dose the thug muscle
So whistle if you hear gon' get you close
And a dead man like last year see most fear

The marvelous, alias you discuss and get
Yo motherfuckin head
These slugs bust the most wanted when just appointed
I dogs and leave 'em froze because you know you fronted

Too MCs not clearly on this hype tip
I'll fuck yo mic and catch you on some snipe shit
Extended clips I represent my thugs trip
Easy boy, I'm stompin' corners where them flip

Ali Baba snakin' lakin' trustin' North
You catch a grip or leave a don to climb the night hits it's mob
You test I'll leave you bandaged up like a snitch
'Cuz I ain't fuckin' with you straight up, we it

What y'all, huh huh, V-A know about
What y'all in Hampton, huh huh know about
What y'all in P-Town know this
What y'all in Hoviay about this
it out

I'm ya hit man I'll make ya shit man
Pay my man to do my dirt I'm filthy rich man
My thugs hang around the top dog of all dogs
'em pick locks and spit glocks until you shit rocks

I told you that I'm project strong you me wrong and learned
That cats don't last long Alias the Don
I leave it messy like I'm Joseph Pesci fuck around
You ever test me and you'll to wet me I'm ghetto fabulous

The mob crush the Lord just, never be
When there's dirt involved, leave the mouth closed to hush
I rush scenes like, what? always carryin' the bust
The reason why, these niggas that ruck ain't had

I hate to peel ya back, or bitch-slap
'Cuz otherwise you wouldn't quit that, to
So what I'm sayin' is, everybody's real the game
Alias be the fame, so you know my name, nigga what?

y'all V-A know about this
What y'all in Hampton, know about this
What y'all in know about this
What y'all in know about this
it boy

See I told y'all motherfuckers that my roll deep
AK's and street sweeps gunnin' down in ya
44's and Calico, Pretty and Low
Thugs know the on how I let shit go

But if real, my niggas hold a forty and fill
Mass grills, body armor, niggas to kill
I'm at the point of no return, so I let spill
Vinny Rush, Crazy JJ and must chill

And Killa K and Johnny Hesh steady aimin' that
Shit's for real, my P and Mike might peel
They get the gats and crazy stuff my brother the ghetto tugs
And set on top of niggas what let's wet the party up

ESP was in the cut my black, pull it up
Is that enough? Y'all niggas still fail to my bluff?
And yet I told you, when left cain't nobody knows you
I you woulda kept your mouth closed like I told you

y'all in V-A
Know about this- I you
What in Nomo, what
about this, what