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
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Wah-kump, dat dat dat datdat dat
come on

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

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

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

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

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

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

I told you that I'm project strong you took me wrong and
That cats don't last long Alias the Don
I it messy like 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 dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to hush
I rush club scenes like, always carryin' the bust
The reason why, niggas that ruck ain't had enough

I to peel ya cabbage back, or bitch-slap
'Cuz otherwise you wouldn't that, to kidnap
So what I'm sayin' is, everybody's real within the
Alias be the fame, so you don't my name, nigga what?

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

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

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

And Killa K and Johnny Hesh steady that steel
for real, my nigga P and Mike might peel
They get the gats and crazy stuff my love the ghetto tugs
And set on top of niggas what straight wet the party up

ESP was in the cut my rootin' black, it up
Is enough? Y'all niggas still fail to call my bluff?
And yet I told you, when left cain't nobody knows you
I suppose you woulda your mouth closed like I told you

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