Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
Fuck a D in the marked car
We got the bad gaspin' for air in Aspen
for aspirin when I ask then, we swing
You we do our thing and bring
your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East hostess hostile colossal, money flarin'
nostrils for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino
Me Jay and Primo, got it across the board like poquino
Teflon, make sure your jammy is
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 fuck
Street knowledge amazin' to scholars when we coin phrases for
Star studded bitches with crystals, get fucked with
to see my shit, discharge puss
I the stellar, even acapella
I got to tell all about

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 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 let me do my thang

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, crime organized like the
I cream, I diamond
post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my
wanna try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the
In the meanwhile, here's somethin for y'all to lean
for days on in
Money the world go around so I made songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, my nigs, dividends flow
Like the Mississippi riv', jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to away when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed feelings like a
Thug thought he was O.G. Johnson
I played him like Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my
Horizontal, get your up, I am
Two point two pounds you're a hundred and twenty-five grams
Wouldn't expect to understand 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...")

Money is
I'm into with facial credit
Pure platinum fetish for
Spread letters you move you're
I make moves that remove out of shoes
You suck pistol like with 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 dollars with the
Bangin out the Bahamas
On of llama we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die
with me witness manana
Absence of in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas trigger with the callous
Tip scales from mail to keep these off balance
Your stops to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the
Jewels for Pop fulfill your dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar the dirty green cream

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