Luyện nghe bài hát Bringin' It

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

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

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

Too many MCs not clearly on this tip
I'll fuck yo mic and catch you later on snipe shit
Extended clips I because my thugs trip
Easy boy, I'm corners where them drugs flip

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

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

I'm ya P-Town hit man I'll make ya man
Pay my man to do my dirt I'm filthy rich man
My thugs always 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 me wrong and learned
That thorough cats don't long Alias the Don
I leave it messy like I'm Joseph don't fuck around
You test me and you'll have to wet me I'm ghetto fabulous

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

I hate to ya cabbage back, or bitch-slap
'Cuz 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 about this
What y'all in Chesapeake know about
it boy

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

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

And Killa K and Johnny steady aimin' that steel
Shit's for real, my nigga P and Mike peel
They get the gats and crazy stuff my love the ghetto tugs
And set on top of niggas what let's straight wet the up

ESP was in the cut my rootin' black, it up
Is that enough? Y'all niggas still fail to my bluff?
And yet I told you, when left back cain't knows you
I you woulda kept your mouth closed like I told you

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