Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

Aiyyo Jay up; these motherfuckers
Fuckin' talkin' that comeback shit like cookin' crack
Shit I ain't frontin' all I want my pockets green slum change
Front the roll we roll back like rubbers motherfucker
For real; with no trace of
We keep our pockets fully blown, click nigga

Aiyyo we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill to the Bar
a bitch D in the marked car
We got the bad gaspin' for air in Aspen
Searchin' for aspirin I ask then, we swing
You we do our thing and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast hostile colossal, money flarin'
nostrils for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the like poquino
Teflon, make your jammy is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in with pull
Tropical leaves I got a few keys
With my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable
Said we was garbage, so college
Street amazin' to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches with crystals, get fucked with
Just to see my shit, discharge
I drop the stellar, even
I got to tell all about

Yeah, it on if you think you can hang
And if not let me do my thang
Yeah, it on if you think you can hang
And if not let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can
And if not then let me do my
Yeah, bring it on if you you can hang
And if not let me do my thang

Mannerisms of a Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, crime organized like the
I cream, I gleam
High post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to
Brooklyn to Queens, I keep my steam
Niggaz wanna try to hem my jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the
In the meanwhile, here's somethin for y'all to lean
Liaison for on in
Money make the world go so I made songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends
Like the Mississippi riv', jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed
That's real, mixed feelings a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Johnson
I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a
You ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up my guns
Horizontal, get your up, I am
Two point two pounds you're a hundred and twenty-five grams
Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to
Crews Brooklyn through to a hood near you, what the fuck...

("Bring it on if you you can hang...")

Money is
I'm into with facial credit
Pure platinum for cheddars
Spread you move you're deadish
I make moves remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like pipe the crystal
John Stockton assist you
or Benzes like we foulin in the U.N.
So the fuck you doin?
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, yet polished
Spankin with the commas
bitches out the Bahamas
On of llama we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck me witness manana
Absence of malice in my
Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger the callous
Tip scales mail to keep these niggaz off balance
Your frequent to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a nigga on the wrist action with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your
Never put the pure sugar before the dirty green cream

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can
And if not let me do my thang
Yeah, it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can
And if not then let me do my
Yeah, it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my

"Yeah, bring it on... it on..."
"Yeah, it on... bring it on..."
"Yeah, bring it on... it on..."
"Yeah, bring it on... it on..."
"Yeah, it on... bring it on..."