Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

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

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

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, organized like the pharaoh
I cream, I gleam
High post Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I keep my steam
Niggaz wanna try to hem my long
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's somethin for y'all to lean
for days on in
Money make the world go around so I made songs to
Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, flow
Like the Mississippi riv', lookin
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when killed Manolo
That's real, mixed feelings a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby
I played him like Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I find no trigger up shoot my guns
Horizontal, get your up, I am
Two point two pounds you're barely a hundred and twenty-five
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 fetish for
Spread letters you move deadish
I make moves that remove pebbles out of
You suck like pipe with the crystal
John Stockton couldn't you
Cowboys or Benzes we foulin in the U.N.
So what the you doin?
nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin dollars with the
Bangin out the Bahamas
On hides of we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die
with me witness manana
Absence of malice in my
cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callous
Tip from mail to keep these niggaz off balance
Your frequent to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a schemin on the wrist action with the gleams
for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams
Never put the pure brown before the dirty green cream

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 if you you can hang
And if not let me do my thang

"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..."