Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we pattin down pussy Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
a bitch D in the marked car
We got the bad bitches gaspin' for air in
for aspirin when I ask then, we swing
You we do our thing and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy to Beijing
East coast hostess hostile colossal, money
Like nostrils for drug apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino
Me Jay and Primo, got it across the board like poquino
Teflon, make your jammy is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull in Miami with pull
leaves where I got a few keys
With my man stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so college
knowledge amazin' to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded with crystals, get fucked with pistols
Just to see my shit, discharge
I drop the stellar, even
I got to tell all about

Yeah, bring it on if you you can hang
And if not then let me do my
Yeah, bring it on if you you can hang
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

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent wisdoms
In a whip dinero, crime organized like the pharaoh
I cream, I diamond
post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta my steam
Niggaz 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 the world go around so I made songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, my nigs, dividends flow
Like the Mississippi riv', jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to away when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Johnson
I played him like Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I no trigger straight up shoot my guns
Horizontal, get weight up, I am
Two point two pounds you're barely a hundred and twenty-five
Wouldn't expect y'all to 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...")

Money is
I'm into with facial credit
Pure platinum fetish for
Spread letters you move deadish
I make moves that remove out of shoes
You suck pistol like with the crystal
John couldn't assist you
Cowboys or like we foulin in the U.N.
So what the you doin?
Whatever Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin dollars with the
bitches out the Bahamas
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck me witness 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 schemin on the wrist action with the
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill dreams
Never put the brown sugar before the dirty green 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 think you can
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... it on..."
"Yeah, bring it on... it on..."
"Yeah, bring it on... it on..."
"Yeah, it on... bring it on..."
"Yeah, it on... bring it on..."