Luyện nghe bài hát Bringin' It

Yo yo yo yo yo yo
It ain't over baby it don't stop 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 get you close
And yous a dead man like last year see most

The marvelous, you dare discuss and get
Yo motherfuckin head
These slugs bust the most when they just appointed
I stomp dogs and leave 'em froze you know you fronted

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

Ali Baba snakin' lakin' trustin' 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 y'all in Hampton, huh huh know about
What y'all in P-Town about this
What y'all in Hoviay know about
it out

I'm ya hit man I'll make ya shit man
Pay my stick man to do my I'm filthy rich man
My thugs always hang the top dog of all dogs
Make 'em pick locks and spit glocks until you shit

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

The mob the Lord just, never be discussed
When there's involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to hush
I rush club scenes like, what? always the bust
The reason why, these niggas that ain't had enough

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

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

See I told y'all motherfuckers that my clique roll
AK's and street gunnin' down in ya peeps
and Calico, Pretty Ricky and Low
Thugs the real on how I let shit go

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

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

ESP was in the cut my rootin' black, it up
Is that enough? Y'all niggas still fail to call my
And yet I told you, when left back cain't nobody you
I suppose you woulda kept your mouth closed I told you

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