Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we pattin pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
Fuck a bitch D in the car
We got the bad bitches for air in Aspen
Searchin' for when I ask then, we swing
You we do our thing and bring
your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast hostess hostile colossal, flarin'
nostrils for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al down to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed the board like poquino
Teflon, make your jammy is full
I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull
Tropical where I got a few keys
With my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's cheese
Said we was garbage, so fuck
Street knowledge amazin' to scholars we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches with crystals, get fucked with
to see my shit, discharge puss
I the stellar, even acapella
I got to tell all Roc-A-Fella

Yeah, bring it on if you 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, bring it on if you you can hang
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

Mannerisms of a young DeNiro, spent Spanish wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, crime 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 jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the
In the meanwhile, here's somethin dope for to lean
for days on in
Money make the world go around so I made to spin
Can I Live, did dough, my nigs, dividends flow
the Mississippi riv', lookin jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when killed Manolo
That's real, feelings like a mulatto
Thug he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I him like Benny 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 you're barely 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 through Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck...

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

Money is
I'm into cheddick facial credit
Pure platinum fetish for
Spread you move you're deadish
I moves that remove pebbles out of shoes
You pistol like pipe with the crystal
John Stockton couldn't you
Cowboys or like we foulin in the U.N.
So what the fuck you
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet
Spankin dollars the commas
Bangin out the Bahamas
On of llama we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck with me manana
of malice in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas finger with the callous
Tip from mail to keep these niggaz off balance
frequent stops to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a nigga schemin on the action with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill dreams
Never put the pure brown before the dirty green cream

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