Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill to the Bar
a bitch D in the marked car
We got the bad bitches gaspin' for air in
for aspirin when I ask then, we swing
You cling we do our thing and
Sling your from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East hostess hostile colossal, money flarin'
Like for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like
Teflon, make sure your jammy is
I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull
Tropical where I got a few keys
With my man stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so college
Street amazin' to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded with crystals, get fucked with pistols
Just to see my shit, discharge
I drop the stellar, acapella
I got to tell all 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 you can hang
And if not let me do my thang
Yeah, it on if you think you can hang
And if not let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on if you you can hang
And if not let me do my thang

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, Spanish wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, crime organized the pharaoh
I cream, I gleam
High like Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my
wanna try to hem my long jeans
Uptown for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's dope for y'all to lean
Liaison for on in
Money make the world go around so I made songs to
Can I Live, did dough, my nigs, dividends flow
Like the Mississippi riv', jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed
real, mixed feelings like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby
I him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I find no straight up shoot my guns
Horizontal, get weight up, I am
Two point two you're barely a hundred and twenty-five grams
expect y'all to understand this money
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to
Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a near you, what the fuck...

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

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

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can
And if not then let me do my
Yeah, bring it on if you you can hang
And if not let me do my thang
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... bring it on..."
"Yeah, it on... bring it on..."
"Yeah, it on... bring it on..."
"Yeah, it on... bring it on..."
"Yeah, it on... bring it on..."