Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we pattin down pussy Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
a bitch D in the marked car
We got the bad bitches gaspin' for air in
for aspirin when I ask then, we swing
You cling we do our and bring
Sling your from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin'
Like nostrils for dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the like poquino
Teflon, make sure your is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the lamps in Miami with pull
leaves where I got a few keys
With my man stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so college
Street knowledge to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches with crystals, get fucked pistols
to see my shit, discharge puss
I drop the stellar, even
I got to all about Roc-A-Fella

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 then let me do my
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 let me do my thang

Mannerisms of a young DeNiro, spent Spanish wisdoms
In a with dinero, crime organized like the pharaoh
I cream, I gleam
High post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to
Brooklyn to Queens, I keep my steam
Niggaz wanna try to hem my jeans
fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's dope 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
the Mississippi riv', lookin jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, feelings like a mulatto
Thug he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I played him like Benny Blanco, a mano
You ain't ready, I find no straight up shoot my guns
Horizontal, get your up, I am
Two point two you're barely a hundred and twenty-five 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 hood you, what the fuck...

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

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

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 think you can
And if not then let me do my

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