Luyện nghe bài hát Bringin' It

Yo yo yo yo yo yo
It ain't over baby it 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 to this freestyle drug dose the thug muscle
So whistle if you clear gon' get you close
And yous a dead man like last year see fear

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

Too many MCs not on this hype tip
I'll fuck yo mic and catch you later on some snipe
Extended I represent because my thugs trip
Easy boy, I'm stompin' corners where them drugs

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

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

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

I you that I'm project strong you took me wrong and learned
That thorough cats last long Alias the Don
I leave it messy like I'm Joseph Pesci 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 involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to hush
I club scenes like, what? always carryin' the bust
The reason why, these that ruck ain't had enough

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

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

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

But if it's real, my hold 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, Crazy JJ and Mush must

And Killa K and Johnny Hesh steady aimin' that
Shit's for real, my nigga P and Mike peel
They get the gats and crazy stuff my brother love the ghetto
And set on top of what let's straight wet the party up

ESP was in the cut my rootin' black, it up
Is that enough? Y'all niggas still fail to 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

What in V-A
about this- I told you
What in Nomo, what
Know this, what