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

The marvelous, alias you dare and get
Yo motherfuckin head
slugs bust the most wanted when they just 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 catch you later on some shit
clips I represent because my thugs trip
Easy boy, I'm stompin' corners where them flip

Ali Baba lakin' trustin' North shit
You catch a grip or leave a don to climb the night hits 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 about this
What y'all in P-Town know this
What y'all in know about this
it out

I'm ya hit man I'll make ya shit man
Pay my man to do my dirt I'm filthy 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 strong you took me and learned
thorough cats don't last long Alias the Don
I leave it messy like I'm Joseph Pesci don't around
You ever test me and 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 carryin' the
The reason why, these niggas that ruck ain't had

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

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

See I told y'all motherfuckers that my 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 real, my niggas hold a forty and fill
grills, body armor, niggas trained to kill
I'm at the of no return, so I let shells spill
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 my brother 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 that enough? Y'all still fail to call my bluff?
And yet I told you, left back cain't 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,