Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we pattin down pussy Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
Fuck a bitch D in the car
We got the bad gaspin' for air in Aspen
for aspirin when I ask then, we swing
You cling we do our and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy to Beijing
East coast hostess hostile colossal, money
nostrils for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the like poquino
Teflon, make sure your jammy is
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 fuck
Street knowledge amazin' to scholars when we coin for dollars
Star studded bitches crystals, get fucked with pistols
Just to see my shit, puss
I the stellar, even acapella
I got to tell all about

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
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, crime organized the pharaoh
I cream, I diamond
High post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta my steam
wanna try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the
In the meanwhile, here's somethin dope for y'all to
Liaison for on in
Money make the go around so I made songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends
Like the Mississippi riv', lookin
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed feelings like a
thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I played him Benny Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my
Horizontal, get your up, I am
Two point two pounds you're barely a hundred and grams
expect y'all to understand this money
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to
Crews Brooklyn Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck...

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

Money is
I'm cheddick with facial credit
platinum fetish for cheddars
Spread letters you move you're
I make moves that 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, rugged yet
dollars with the commas
Bangin bitches out the
On of llama we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck with me manana
Absence of malice in my
Call cousin now Dallas finger with 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 brown sugar before the dirty green cream

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 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 you can hang
And if not then let me do my

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