Luyện nghe bài hát Bringin' It

Yo yo yo yo yo yo
It ain't over it don't stop like dat dat dat dat dat dat
dat dat dat dat
Wah-kump, wah-kump dat dat dat dat
come on

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

The marvelous, alias you dare and get
Yo head crushed
These slugs the most wanted when they just appointed
I stomp and leave 'em froze because you know you fronted

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Killa K and Johnny steady aimin' that steel
Shit's for real, my nigga P and might peel
They get the gats and crazy my brother 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 that enough? Y'all niggas still to call my bluff?
And yet I told you, when back cain't nobody knows you
I suppose you woulda your mouth closed like I told you

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