Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we pattin down from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
a bitch D in the marked car
We got the bad gaspin' for air in Aspen
for aspirin when I ask then, we swing
You cling we do our and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to
East coast hostess colossal, money flarin'
nostrils for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the like poquino
Teflon, make your jammy is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in with pull
Tropical leaves where I got a few
With my man I'll a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese
we was garbage, so fuck college
Street knowledge amazin' to scholars when we coin for dollars
Star studded bitches crystals, get fucked with pistols
Just to see my shit, discharge
I the stellar, even 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, it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my
Yeah, it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my
Yeah, it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, organized like the pharaoh
I cream, I gleam
High post like Hakeem, got a lot of to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I keep my steam
wanna try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's somethin for y'all to lean
for days on in
Money make the go around so I made songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, my nigs, dividends flow
Like the riv', lookin jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed
That's real, feelings like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Johnson
I played him Benny Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I find no trigger up shoot my guns
Horizontal, get weight up, I am
Two two pounds you're barely a hundred and twenty-five grams
expect y'all 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...")

is power
I'm into with facial credit
Pure platinum for cheddars
letters you move you're deadish
I make that remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck like pipe with the crystal
John Stockton couldn't you
Cowboys or Benzes we foulin in the U.N.
So what the fuck you
nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin dollars with the
Bangin out the Bahamas
On of llama we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die
with me witness manana
Absence of malice in my
cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callous
Tip scales from to keep these niggaz off balance
Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you me
Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action the gleams
for Pop Duke 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 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 if you think 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, bring it on... it on..."
"Yeah, it on... bring it on..."