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, dat dat dat datdat dat
Wah-kump on

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But if real, my niggas hold a forty 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 Killa K and Johnny Hesh steady aimin' 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 let's 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 cain't nobody knows you
I suppose you woulda kept your mouth like I told you

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