Luyện nghe bài hát Bringin' It

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

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

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

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

Ali snakin' lakin' trustin' North shit
You catch a grip or leave a don to climb the night hits mob official
You test leave 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 know this
What in Hampton, huh huh know about this
What y'all in P-Town know this
y'all in Hoviay 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 hang around the top dog of all dogs
Make 'em pick locks and spit glocks until you rocks

I told you that I'm strong you took me wrong and learned
That thorough cats don't last Alias the Don
I leave it messy 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 dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to hush
I club scenes like, what? always carryin' the bust
The why, these 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
Alias be the fame, so you don't know my name, what?

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

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

But if it's real, my niggas hold a forty and
grills, body armor, niggas trained to kill
I'm at the of no return, so I let shells spill
Rush, Crazy JJ and Mush must 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 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 back cain't knows you
I suppose you kept your mouth closed like I told you

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