Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

Aiyyo Jay word up; motherfuckers
Fuckin' that comeback shit like they cookin' crack
Shit I frontin' all I want my pockets green like slum change
Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll back like rubbers
For with no trace of AIDS
We keep our fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click nigga

Aiyyo we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill to the Bar
Fuck a bitch D in the car
We got the bad bitches gaspin' for air in
Searchin' for aspirin when I ask then, we
You cling we do our and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy to Beijing
East coast hostess colossal, money flarin'
Like nostrils for dealin' apostles, huh
Al down to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed the board like poquino
Teflon, make sure your jammy is
I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull
Tropical where I got a few keys
my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so college
Street knowledge amazin' to scholars when we phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches crystals, get fucked with pistols
Just to see my shit, puss
I drop the stellar, acapella
I got to tell all about

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 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

Mannerisms of a Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, crime organized the pharaoh
I cream, I diamond
High post like Hakeem, got a lot of to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I keep my steam
Niggaz try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's somethin dope for y'all to
for days on in
Money make the world go so I made songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, my nigs, dividends flow
Like the Mississippi riv', lookin
do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed feelings like a
Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby
I played him Benny Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up my guns
Horizontal, get your up, I am
Two point two pounds you're barely a 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 Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck...

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

is power
I'm cheddick with facial credit
Pure platinum fetish for
Spread letters you you're deadish
I moves that remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like pipe with the
John Stockton couldn't you
Cowboys or Benzes we foulin in the U.N.
So what the you doin?
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, yet polished
Spankin with the commas
bitches out the Bahamas
On of llama we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck with me witness
Absence of in my palace
Call now Dallas trigger finger with the callous
Tip scales from mail to these niggaz off balance
Your frequent to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a nigga schemin on the action with the gleams
Jewels for Pop fulfill your dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty cream

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