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
Wah-kump on

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

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

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

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

y'all, huh huh, V-A know about this
What y'all in Hampton, huh huh know this
What y'all in P-Town know this
What y'all in Hoviay know this
it out

I'm ya P-Town hit man I'll ya shit 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 locks and spit glocks until you rocks

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Killa K and Johnny Hesh steady that steel
Shit's for real, my nigga P and Mike peel
They get the and crazy 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 rootin' black, it up
Is enough? Y'all niggas still fail to call my bluff?
And yet I told you, when back cain't nobody knows you
I suppose you woulda kept your mouth like I told you

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