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
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Wah-kump, dat dat dat datdat dat
come on

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

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

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

Ali Baba lakin' trustin' North shit
You a grip or leave 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

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
y'all in Hoviay know about this
it out

I'm ya P-Town hit man I'll make ya man
Pay my stick man to do my I'm filthy rich man
My thugs always hang around the top dog of all
Make 'em pick locks and glocks until you shit rocks

I told you that I'm project strong you took me and learned
That thorough cats don't last 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 fabulous

The mob crush the 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 that ruck had enough

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

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

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

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

And Killa K and Johnny Hesh aimin' that steel
Shit's for real, my nigga P and Mike might
They get the gats and stuff my brother love the ghetto tugs
And set on top of niggas what straight 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, left back 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 in Nomo, what
Know about this,