Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

Aiyyo Jay word up; motherfuckers
Fuckin' talkin' comeback shit like 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; no trace of AIDS
We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click

Aiyyo we down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
Fuck a D in the marked car
We got the bad bitches gaspin' for air in
for aspirin when I ask then, we swing
You cling we do our thing and
Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to
East coast hostess colossal, money flarin'
Like nostrils for dealin' apostles, huh
Al down to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed the board like poquino
Teflon, make sure your is full
I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull
Tropical leaves I got a few keys
With my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's cheese
Said we was garbage, so college
Street amazin' to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches with crystals, get fucked with
Just to see my shit, puss
I the stellar, even acapella
I got to all about Roc-A-Fella

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

of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, crime like the pharaoh
I cream, I diamond
High post Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop
to Queens, I gotta keep my steam
Niggaz wanna try to hem my long
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to on the scene
In the meanwhile, somethin dope for y'all to lean
for days on in
Money make the world go around so I songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, my nigs, dividends flow
Like the Mississippi riv', jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn when Tony killed Manolo
real, mixed feelings like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby
I him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I find no straight up shoot my guns
Horizontal, get weight up, I am
Two point two pounds you're a hundred and twenty-five grams
Wouldn't expect y'all to this money
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...")

is power
I'm into with facial credit
Pure platinum for cheddars
Spread letters you move you're
I make moves remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like pipe the crystal
John Stockton assist you
Cowboys or Benzes like we in the U.N.
So the fuck you doin?
nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin dollars with the
Bangin bitches out the
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck with me witness
Absence of malice in my
Call now Dallas trigger finger with the callous
Tip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off
frequent stops to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a schemin on the wrist action with the gleams
Jewels for Pop fulfill your dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar before the green cream

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

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