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 thug that y'all love
Or a toast to this freestyle drug dose the thug muscle
So whistle if you hear clear gon' get you
And yous a dead man like year see most fear

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

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

Ali Baba snakin' lakin' North shit
You catch a grip or leave a don to climb the night hits it's mob
You I'll leave you knock-knissued bandaged up like a snitch
'Cuz I ain't fuckin' with you straight up, we 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 about
What y'all in know about this
it out

I'm ya P-Town hit man make ya shit man
Pay my stick man to do my dirt I'm rich man
My thugs hang around the top dog of all dogs
'em pick locks and spit glocks until you shit rocks

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

The mob crush the Lord just, be discussed
there's dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to hush
I rush club like, what? always carryin' the bust
The why, these niggas that ruck ain't had enough

I to peel ya cabbage back, or bitch-slap
otherwise you wouldn't quit that, to kidnap
So what I'm sayin' is, everybody's within the game
Alias be the fame, so you don't know my name, what?

y'all V-A know about this
What y'all in Hampton, what about this
What y'all in Nomo about this
What y'all in know about this
it boy

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

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

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

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

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