Luyện nghe bài hát Bringin' It

Yo yo yo yo yo yo
It ain't over baby it 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 that y'all love
Or give a toast to this freestyle 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 dare and get
Yo motherfuckin head
These slugs bust the most wanted when just appointed
I stomp dogs and leave 'em froze because you you fronted

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

Ali Baba lakin' trustin' 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
'Cuz I fuckin' with you straight up, we bringin' it

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

I told you that I'm project strong you took me wrong and
That thorough cats last long Alias the Don
I leave it messy like I'm Joseph Pesci fuck around
You ever test me and have to wet me I'm ghetto fabulous

The mob crush the Lord just, be discussed
When there's involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to hush
I rush club scenes like, what? always carryin' the
The reason why, these niggas that ruck had enough

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

What y'all V-A about this
y'all in Hampton, what know about this
What y'all in Nomo about this
What y'all in Chesapeake 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 real on how I let go

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

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

ESP was in the cut my black, pull it up
Is that enough? niggas still fail to call my bluff?
And yet I told you, when left back nobody knows you
I suppose you woulda kept mouth closed like I told you

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