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, wah-kump dat dat dat dat
come on

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

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

Too many MCs not clearly on hype tip
I'll fuck yo mic and catch you later on some shit
Extended clips I represent my thugs trip
Easy boy, I'm stompin' corners where them flip

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

What y'all, huh huh, V-A know this
What y'all in Hampton, huh huh know this
What y'all in know about this
What y'all in know about this
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 hang around the top dog of all dogs
Make 'em locks and spit glocks until you shit rocks

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

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

I hate to peel ya cabbage back, or
'Cuz otherwise you 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 know this
What y'all in Hampton, what about this
What y'all in Nomo know about
What in Chesapeake know about this
it boy

See I told y'all motherfuckers that my 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 hold a forty and fill
Mass grills, body armor, niggas trained to
I'm at the point of no return, so I let spill
Vinny Rush, Crazy JJ and Mush chill

And Killa K and Johnny Hesh steady aimin' that
Shit's for real, my nigga P and might peel
They get the gats and crazy stuff my brother love the ghetto
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 left back cain't knows you
I suppose you woulda kept your mouth closed I told you

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