Luyện nghe bài hát Bringin' It

Yo yo yo yo yo yo
It ain't over baby it don't like 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 y'all love most?
Or give a toast to this freestyle drug dose the thug
So if you hear clear gon' get you close
And a dead man like last year see most fear

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

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

Ali Baba lakin' trustin' North shit
You catch a grip or a don to climb the night hits it's mob official
You test leave you knock-knissued bandaged up like a snitch
'Cuz I ain't fuckin' you straight up, we bringin' it

What y'all, huh huh, V-A know about
y'all in Hampton, huh huh know about this
What y'all in P-Town know about
What y'all in Hoviay know this
it out

I'm ya P-Town hit man I'll 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 strong you took me wrong and learned
That thorough cats don't last long the Don
I leave it messy like I'm Joseph Pesci fuck around
You ever test me and you'll have to wet me I'm fabulous

The mob crush the just, never be discussed
When there's dirt involved, niggas the mouth closed to hush
I rush club scenes like, always carryin' the bust
The reason why, niggas that ruck ain't had enough

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

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

See I told motherfuckers that my clique roll deep
and street sweeps gunnin' down in ya peeps
44's and Calico, Pretty and Low
Thugs know the real on how I let go

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

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

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

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