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, dat dat dat datdat dat
Wah-kump on

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

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

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

Ali Baba snakin' lakin' trustin' North
You catch a grip or a don to climb the night hits it's mob official
You test I'll leave you bandaged up like a snitch
'Cuz I fuckin' with you straight up, we bringin' it

What y'all, huh huh, V-A know this
What y'all in Hampton, huh huh about this
What y'all in P-Town about this
What in Hoviay 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 locks and spit glocks until you shit rocks

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

The mob crush the just, never be discussed
When there's dirt involved, niggas leave the 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 otherwise you quit that, to kidnap
So what I'm sayin' is, everybody's real 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 about
What y'all in know about this
What y'all in Chesapeake know this
it boy

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

But if it's real, my niggas hold a and fill
Mass grills, body armor, niggas to kill
I'm at the point of no return, so I let shells
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 might
They get the gats and crazy my brother love the ghetto tugs
And set on top of niggas what let's straight wet the up

ESP was in the cut my rootin' black, it up
Is that Y'all niggas 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 like I told you

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