Luyện nghe bài hát Bringin' It

Yo yo yo yo yo yo
It ain't over it don't stop 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 thug that y'all love
Or give a toast to this freestyle drug the thug muscle
So if you hear clear gon' get you close
And a dead man like last year see most fear

The marvelous, alias you discuss 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 MCs not clearly on this hype tip
I'll yo mic and catch you later on some snipe shit
Extended clips I represent because my trip
Easy boy, I'm stompin' corners them drugs flip

Ali Baba snakin' trustin' North shit
You catch a grip or leave a don to climb the night 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 about this
What y'all in Hoviay know this
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 around the top dog of all dogs
Make 'em pick locks and spit until you shit rocks

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

The mob crush the just, never be discussed
When there's dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth to hush
I rush club scenes like, what? carryin' the bust
The reason why, these niggas ruck ain't had enough

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

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

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

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

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

ESP was in the cut my black, pull 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 I told you
y'all in Nomo, what
Know this, what