Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

Aiyyo Jay word up; these
Fuckin' talkin' that comeback shit like cookin' crack
Shit I frontin' all I want my pockets green like slum change
Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll back like motherfucker
For with no trace of AIDS
We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click

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

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

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish
In a whip dinero, crime organized like the pharaoh
I cream, I gleam
High like Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I keep my steam
Niggaz try to hem my long jeans
Uptown for Jay-Z to appear 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 to spin
Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, flow
the Mississippi riv', lookin jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed
real, mixed feelings like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby
I played him Benny Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I no trigger straight up shoot my guns
Horizontal, get weight up, I am
Two point two pounds you're barely a hundred and grams
Wouldn't expect y'all to this money
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to
Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a near you, what the fuck...

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

is power
I'm into with facial credit
Pure platinum fetish for
Spread letters you you're deadish
I make moves that remove out of shoes
You suck pistol like pipe with the
Stockton couldn't assist you
Cowboys or like we foulin in the U.N.
So what the you doin?
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet
Spankin dollars the commas
Bangin bitches out the
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck with me witness
Absence of in my palace
cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callous
Tip scales from mail to keep niggaz off balance
Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you me
Steam a nigga on the wrist action with the gleams
for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green

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

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