Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we pattin down 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 cling we do our thing and
Sling your ding-a-ling from Brooklyn to Beijing
East hostess hostile colossal, money flarin'
Like nostrils for dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like
Teflon, make sure your is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with
Tropical leaves where I got a few
With my man I'll 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 bitches with crystals, get fucked pistols
to see my shit, discharge puss
I drop the stellar, even
I got to tell all about

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, it on if you think you can hang
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

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

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

is power
I'm into cheddick facial credit
Pure fetish for cheddars
letters you move you're deadish
I make moves that remove pebbles out of
You suck pistol like with the crystal
Stockton couldn't assist you
Cowboys or Benzes like we in the U.N.
So what the fuck you
nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin dollars the commas
Bangin bitches out the
On of llama we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck with me manana
Absence of in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the
Tip scales from mail to these niggaz off balance
frequent 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 think you can
And if not then let me do my
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 then let me do my

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