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, dat dat dat datdat dat
come on

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

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

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

Ali Baba snakin' lakin' trustin' shit
You catch a or leave a don to climb the night hits it's mob official
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
What y'all in Hampton, huh huh about this
y'all in P-Town know about this
What in Hoviay know about this
it out

I'm ya hit man I'll make ya shit 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 shit

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

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

I to peel ya cabbage back, or bitch-slap
'Cuz otherwise you wouldn't that, to kidnap
So what I'm sayin' is, 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 know this
What y'all in Nomo know about
y'all in Chesapeake know about this
it boy

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

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

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

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

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