Luyện nghe bài hát Bringin' It

Yo yo yo yo yo yo
It ain't over baby it don't like dat dat dat dat dat dat
dat dat dat dat
Wah-kump, wah-kump dat dat dat dat
Wah-kump on

One question who be the thug y'all love most?
Or give a toast to freestyle drug dose the thug muscle
So whistle if you hear clear gon' get you
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 they just
I stomp dogs and leave 'em froze you know you fronted

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ESP was in the cut my black, pull it up
Is that Y'all niggas still fail to call my bluff?
And yet I told you, when left back cain't knows you
I suppose you woulda kept your mouth like I told you

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