Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

Aiyyo Jay word up; these
Fuckin' talkin' that comeback shit like they crack
Shit I frontin' all I want my pockets green like slum change
Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll back rubbers motherfucker
For real; with no trace of
We our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click nigga

Aiyyo we pattin pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
Fuck a D in the marked car
We got the bad bitches gaspin' for air in
Searchin' for aspirin I ask then, we swing
You cling we do our and bring
Sling ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East hostess hostile colossal, money flarin'
Like nostrils for dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board poquino
Teflon, make your jammy is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the lamps 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 crystals, get fucked with pistols
to see my shit, discharge puss
I drop the stellar, acapella
I got to all about Roc-A-Fella

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, 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

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish
In a whip with dinero, organized like the pharaoh
I cream, I gleam
High post Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop
to Queens, I gotta keep my steam
Niggaz try to hem my long jeans
fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's somethin dope for y'all to
Liaison for on in
Money make the world go around so I made songs to
Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends
Like the Mississippi riv', lookin
Can't do for dolo, had to 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, a mano
You ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my guns
Horizontal, get weight up, I am
Two two pounds you're barely a hundred and twenty-five grams
Wouldn't y'all to understand this money
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to
Crews Brooklyn through to a hood near you, what the fuck...

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

Money is
I'm into with facial credit
Pure fetish for cheddars
Spread letters you move you're
I make moves that remove out of shoes
You suck pistol like with the crystal
Stockton couldn't assist you
Cowboys or Benzes we foulin in the U.N.
So what the you doin?
nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin with the commas
bitches out the Bahamas
On of llama we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die
with me witness manana
Absence of malice in my
Call cousin now Dallas finger with the callous
Tip scales from mail to keep niggaz off balance
Your stops to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke your dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green

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