Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

Aiyyo Jay up; these motherfuckers
Fuckin' talkin' that comeback shit they cookin' crack
Shit I ain't frontin' all I my pockets green like slum change
Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll back like motherfucker
For real; with no of AIDS
We our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click nigga

Aiyyo we pattin down pussy Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
a bitch D in the marked car
We got the bad bitches gaspin' for air in
for aspirin when I ask then, we swing
You cling we do our and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy to Beijing
East coast hostile colossal, money flarin'
Like nostrils for dealin' apostles, huh
Al down to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like
Teflon, make sure jammy is full
Cause I heard, the Bull lamps in Miami with pull
Tropical where I got a few keys
With my man I'll stock a few G's, now unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so college
Street knowledge amazin' to scholars when we coin phrases for
Star studded bitches with crystals, get fucked pistols
to see my shit, discharge puss
I drop the stellar, acapella
I got to tell all Roc-A-Fella

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 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

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent wisdoms
In a whip dinero, crime organized like the pharaoh
I cream, I diamond
High post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to
to Queens, I gotta keep my steam
Niggaz wanna try to hem my jeans
Uptown for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's somethin dope for to lean
for days on in
Money the world go around so I made songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends
the Mississippi riv', lookin jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn when Tony killed Manolo
real, mixed feelings like 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 shoot my
Horizontal, get your up, I am
Two point two pounds barely a hundred and twenty-five grams
Wouldn't expect y'all to understand money
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to
Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck...

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

Money is
I'm cheddick with facial credit
Pure fetish for cheddars
Spread you move you're deadish
I make moves that pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like pipe with the
John Stockton assist you
Cowboys or Benzes we foulin in the U.N.
So what the fuck you
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, yet polished
Spankin with the commas
Bangin bitches out the
On hides of we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck with me manana
Absence of in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the
Tip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off
Your stops to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a nigga schemin on the action with the gleams
for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams
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 let me do my thang
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 then let me do my

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