Luyện nghe bài hát Bringin' It - Timbaland

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It ain't over
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Who be the that y'all love most?
Or a toast to this freestyle drug dose
The muscle
So whistle if you clear
Gon' get you close and yous a dead man like year
See most
The marvelous,
You dare and get yo muthafuckin head crushed
These slugs bust the most when they just appointed
I stomp and leave em froze because you know you fronted
Too many mc's not clearly on hype tip
I'll fuck yo mic and catch you later on some shit
Extended clips I represent because my thugs
Easy boy, I'm stompin corners where drugs flip
Ali baba lakin trustin north shit
You catch a grip or leave a don to climb the hits
mob official
You test leave you knock-knissued
Bandaged up like a 'cause I ain't fuckin with you
up, we bringin' it

y'all, huh huh, v-a
Know this
y'all in hampton, huh huh
Know this
y'all in p-town
Know about
What y'all in
Know about

it out
I'm ya hit man
I'll ya shit man
Pay my stick man to do my
I'm filthy man
My thugs hang around the top dog of all dogs
Make em pick locks and spit glocks you shit rocks
I you that I'm project strong
You took me wrong and learned that thorough don't last long
the don
I leave it messy like I'm pesci
Don't fuck around, you ever test me and have to wet me
I'm fabulous
The mob the lord just, never be discussed
When there's dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth to hush
I rush scenes like, what?
Always carryin the
The reason why, niggas that ruck ain't had enough
I hate to ya cabbage back, or bitch-slap
'cause otherwise you wouldn't quit that, to
So what I'm sayin is, everybody's within the game
Alias be the fame, so you don't know my name, nigga

y'all v-a
Know about
What in hampton, what
Know this
What y'all in
about this
What y'll in
Know this
it boy

See I y'all motherfuckers that my clique roll deep
Ak's and street sweeps gunnin in ya peeps
and calico, pretty ricky and low
Thugs
The on how I let shit go
But if it's real, my niggas a forty and fill
Mass grills, armor, niggas trained to kill
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 steady aimin that
Shit's for real, my p and mike might peel
They get the gats and crazy stuff my brother the ghetto tugs
And set on top of niggas what straight wet the party up
Esp was in the cut my black, pull it up
Is enough?
Y'all niggas still to call my bluff?
And yet I you, when left back cain't nobody knows you
I you
Woulda kept your mouth closed like I you

What in v-a
Know about I told you
What in nomo, what
Know this, what