Luyện nghe bài hát Bringin' It

Yo yo yo yo yo yo
It ain't over it don't stop like dat dat dat dat dat dat
dat dat dat dat
Wah-kump, dat dat dat datdat dat
come on

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

The marvelous, alias you dare and get
Yo motherfuckin crushed
These slugs bust the most wanted they just appointed
I stomp dogs and 'em froze because you know you fronted

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

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

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

I'm ya P-Town hit man I'll make ya man
Pay my stick man to do my dirt I'm filthy man
My thugs always hang around the top dog of all
Make 'em pick locks and spit glocks until you rocks

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

The mob crush the Lord just, be discussed
there's dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to hush
I rush club scenes like, always carryin' the bust
The reason why, niggas that ruck ain't had enough

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

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

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

But if it's real, my niggas a forty and fill
Mass grills, armor, niggas trained to kill
I'm at the of no return, so I let shells spill
Vinny Rush, Crazy JJ and Mush chill

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

ESP was in the cut my rootin' black, 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 suppose you woulda kept your closed like I told you

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