Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we pattin down from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
a bitch D in the marked car
We got the bad gaspin' for air in Aspen
for aspirin when I ask then, we swing
You we do our thing and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling from Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast hostess hostile colossal, flarin'
nostrils for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the like poquino
Teflon, sure your jammy is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull in Miami with pull
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 knowledge amazin' to scholars when we coin for dollars
Star studded bitches with crystals, get with pistols
to see my shit, discharge puss
I the stellar, even acapella
I got to all about Roc-A-Fella

Yeah, bring it on if you 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 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

Mannerisms of a Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, crime organized like the
I cream, I gleam
High post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to
Brooklyn to Queens, I keep my steam
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
make the world go around so I made songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, my nigs, dividends flow
Like the riv', lookin jig'
do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed 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 barely a hundred and twenty-five grams
Wouldn't expect y'all to understand money
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to
Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, the fuck...

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

is power
I'm into cheddick with facial
Pure fetish for cheddars
Spread you move you're deadish
I moves that remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol pipe with the crystal
Stockton couldn't assist you
Cowboys or Benzes like we in the U.N.
So what the fuck you
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, yet polished
Spankin with the commas
Bangin out the Bahamas
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck with me manana
Absence of in my palace
cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callous
Tip scales from mail to keep niggaz off balance
Your frequent to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke your 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, 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... bring it on..."
"Yeah, it on... bring it on..."
"Yeah, bring it on... it on..."
"Yeah, it on... bring it on..."
"Yeah, bring it on... it on..."