Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

Aiyyo Jay word up; motherfuckers
Fuckin' talkin' that comeback shit like cookin' crack
Shit I ain't frontin' all I want my green like slum change
Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll like rubbers motherfucker
For real; no trace of AIDS
We keep our pockets fully blown, click nigga

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

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

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, Spanish wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, organized like the pharaoh
I cream, I gleam
High like Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta my steam
wanna try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's somethin dope for 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, flow
Like the riv', lookin 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. Johnson
I played him Benny Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my
Horizontal, get your up, I am
Two point two you're barely a hundred and twenty-five 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 you, what the fuck...

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

is power
I'm into with facial credit
Pure platinum fetish for
Spread letters you move deadish
I make moves that remove out of shoes
You pistol like pipe with the crystal
John Stockton couldn't you
Cowboys or Benzes we foulin in the U.N.
So the fuck you doin?
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet
Spankin with the commas
bitches out the Bahamas
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck with me manana
Absence of in my palace
Call now Dallas trigger finger with the callous
Tip scales from mail to keep these off balance
Your stops to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a schemin on the wrist action with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke your dreams
put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream

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 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 let me do my thang

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