Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
Fuck a bitch D in the car
We got the bad bitches for air in Aspen
for aspirin when I ask then, we swing
You cling we do our thing and
your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast hostess colossal, money flarin'
Like for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like
Teflon, make your jammy is full
I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull
Tropical leaves where I got a few
With my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable
Said we was garbage, so fuck
Street knowledge amazin' to scholars when we phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches crystals, get fucked with pistols
Just to see my shit, puss
I drop the stellar, acapella
I got to all about Roc-A-Fella

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, it on if you think 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

Mannerisms of a young DeNiro, spent Spanish wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, crime like the pharaoh
I cream, I diamond
High post like Hakeem, got a lot of to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta my steam
Niggaz wanna try to hem my long
fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, somethin dope for y'all to lean
Liaison for on in
Money make the world go around so I made to spin
Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends
Like the Mississippi riv', jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed feelings like a
Thug he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I him like Benny 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 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 hood near you, the fuck...

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

Money is
I'm into with facial credit
platinum fetish for cheddars
Spread you move you're deadish
I make moves that remove out of shoes
You suck pistol pipe with the crystal
John couldn't assist you
or Benzes like we foulin in the U.N.
So what the you doin?
Whatever Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin dollars the commas
Bangin out the Bahamas
On hides of we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck with me witness
Absence of in my palace
cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callous
Tip from mail to keep these niggaz off balance
Your stops to O.T.B. you feedin me
a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke your dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green

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 then let me do my
Yeah, it on if you think 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... it on..."
"Yeah, it on... bring it on..."
"Yeah, it on... bring it on..."
"Yeah, it on... bring it on..."
"Yeah, bring it on... it on..."