Luyện nghe bài hát Bringin' It

Yo yo yo yo yo yo
It over baby it don't stop like dat dat dat dat dat dat
dat dat dat dat
Wah-kump, wah-kump dat dat dat dat
Wah-kump on

One question who be the thug y'all love most?
Or give a toast to this freestyle drug dose the muscle
So whistle if you hear clear gon' get you
And yous a dead man like last year see most

The marvelous, you dare discuss and get
Yo motherfuckin head
These slugs bust the most wanted when they just
I stomp dogs and 'em froze because you know you fronted

Too MCs not clearly on this hype tip
I'll fuck yo mic and catch you later on snipe shit
Extended I represent because my thugs trip
boy, I'm stompin' corners where them drugs flip

Ali Baba lakin' trustin' North shit
You catch a grip or leave a don to the night hits it's mob official
You I'll leave you knock-knissued bandaged up like a snitch
'Cuz I ain't fuckin' with you straight up, we it

What y'all, huh huh, V-A know this
What in Hampton, huh huh know about this
What in P-Town know about this
What y'all in Hoviay about this
it out

I'm ya P-Town hit man I'll ya shit man
Pay my stick man to do my I'm filthy rich man
My thugs always hang around the top dog of all
Make 'em pick locks and spit glocks you shit rocks

I told you that I'm project strong you took me wrong and
That thorough cats don't last Alias the Don
I leave it messy I'm Joseph Pesci don't fuck around
You ever test me and you'll to wet me I'm ghetto fabulous

The mob crush the just, never be discussed
When there's dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to
I rush club scenes like, always carryin' the bust
The reason why, these niggas that ain't had enough

I hate to peel ya cabbage back, or
'Cuz you wouldn't quit that, to kidnap
So what I'm is, everybody's real within the game
Alias be the fame, so you don't know my name, nigga

What y'all V-A know about
What in Hampton, what know about this
What y'all in Nomo about this
What y'all in Chesapeake know about
it boy

See I told y'all motherfuckers that my clique roll
AK's and sweeps gunnin' down in ya peeps
44's and Calico, Pretty and Low
Thugs the real on how I let shit go

But if it's real, my niggas hold a forty and
Mass grills, body armor, niggas trained to
I'm at the of no return, so I let shells spill
Vinny Rush, Crazy JJ and must chill

And Killa K and Johnny Hesh aimin' that steel
Shit's for real, my nigga P and Mike might
They get the gats and stuff my brother love the ghetto tugs
And set on top of niggas what let's wet the party up

ESP was in the cut my rootin' black, it up
Is that Y'all niggas still fail to call my bluff?
And yet I told you, when left back cain't knows you
I suppose you woulda kept your mouth closed I told you

What in V-A
Know about this- I you
y'all in Nomo, what
Know this, what