Luyện nghe bài hát Bringin' It

Yo yo yo yo yo yo
It ain't over baby it don't stop 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 that y'all most?
Or give a to this freestyle drug dose the thug muscle
So if you hear clear gon' get you close
And yous a dead man like last year see most

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

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

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

What y'all, huh huh, V-A know this
What y'all in Hampton, huh huh 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 rich man
My thugs hang around the top dog of all dogs
Make 'em pick locks and spit until you shit rocks

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

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

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

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

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

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

And K and Johnny Hesh steady aimin' that steel
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 call my
And yet I told you, left back cain't nobody knows you
I suppose you woulda kept your closed like I told you

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