Luyện nghe bài hát Bringin' It

Yo yo yo yo yo yo
It ain't over baby it don't stop 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 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 crushed
These slugs bust the most when they just appointed
I stomp dogs and 'em froze because you know you fronted

Too many MCs not clearly on hype 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' where them drugs flip

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

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

I'm ya P-Town hit man I'll ya shit man
Pay my stick man to do my dirt I'm filthy 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 wrong and
That thorough don't last long Alias the Don
I leave it messy like I'm Joseph Pesci don't fuck
You ever test me and you'll have to wet me I'm ghetto

The mob the Lord just, never be discussed
When there's dirt involved, niggas leave the closed to hush
I rush club like, what? always carryin' the bust
The reason why, these niggas that ruck had enough

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

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

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

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

And K and Johnny Hesh steady aimin' that steel
for real, my nigga P and Mike might 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 enough? Y'all niggas still fail to my bluff?
And yet I told you, when left back cain't knows you
I suppose you woulda kept your mouth like I told you

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