Luyện nghe bài hát Bringin' It

Yo yo yo yo yo yo
It ain't baby it don't stop like dat dat dat dat dat dat
dat dat dat dat
Wah-kump, dat dat dat datdat dat
Wah-kump on

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

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

Too MCs not clearly on this hype tip
I'll fuck yo mic and catch you on some snipe shit
clips I represent because my thugs trip
Easy boy, I'm stompin' where them drugs flip

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 bandaged up like a snitch
'Cuz I ain't fuckin' you straight up, we bringin' it

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

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

I told you that I'm strong you took me wrong and learned
That thorough cats last long Alias the Don
I leave it messy like I'm Joseph Pesci don't fuck
You ever test me and have to wet me I'm ghetto fabulous

The mob crush the just, never be discussed
When there's dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth to hush
I rush club scenes like, what? carryin' the bust
The reason why, these niggas that ruck ain't had

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

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

See I told y'all motherfuckers that my clique roll
AK's and street gunnin' down in ya peeps
and Calico, Pretty Ricky and Low
Thugs the real on how I let shit go

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

And Killa K and Johnny steady aimin' that steel
Shit's for real, my nigga P and Mike might
They get the gats and crazy stuff my brother love the ghetto
And set on top of what let's straight wet the party up

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

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