Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we pattin down pussy from 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 cling we do our thing and
Sling your from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast hostess colossal, money flarin'
Like nostrils for dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like
Teflon, sure your jammy is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with
Tropical leaves where I got a few
With my man I'll stock a few G's, now unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so college
knowledge amazin' to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches with crystals, get fucked with
Just to see my shit, discharge
I the stellar, even acapella
I got to all about Roc-A-Fella

Yeah, it on if you think 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 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 young Bobby DeNiro, Spanish wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, crime organized the pharaoh
I cream, I gleam
High like Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta my steam
wanna try to hem my long jeans
Uptown for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's dope 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 Mississippi riv', lookin
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away Tony killed Manolo
That's real, feelings like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby
I played him like 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 understand this
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to
Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a near you, what the fuck...

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

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

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 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 then let me do my

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