Luyện nghe bài hát Bringin' It

Yo yo yo yo yo yo
It ain't over baby it don't like dat dat dat dat dat dat
dat dat dat dat
Wah-kump, wah-kump dat dat dat dat
come on

One question who be the that y'all love most?
Or give a toast to this freestyle drug dose the thug
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
These slugs bust the most wanted when just appointed
I stomp dogs and leave 'em froze because you know you

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

Ali Baba snakin' 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 up like a snitch
'Cuz I fuckin' with you straight up, we bringin' it

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

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

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

The mob crush the Lord just, never be
When dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to hush
I rush scenes like, what? always carryin' the bust
The reason why, niggas that ruck ain't had enough

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

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

See I told y'all that my clique roll deep
AK's and sweeps gunnin' down in ya peeps
44's and Calico, Ricky and Low
Thugs know the real on how I let 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 spill
Rush, Crazy JJ and Mush must chill

And Killa K and Johnny steady aimin' that steel
Shit's for real, my P and Mike might peel
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 enough? Y'all niggas still fail to my bluff?
And yet I told you, when left back nobody knows you
I you woulda kept your mouth closed like I told you

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