Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we down 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 thing and
Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy to Beijing
East coast hostess hostile colossal, flarin'
Like nostrils for drug apostles, huh
Al Pacino to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board poquino
Teflon, make sure your is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull in Miami with pull
Tropical leaves where I got a few
With my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable
Said we was garbage, so fuck
Street amazin' to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches with crystals, get fucked pistols
Just to see my shit, discharge
I the stellar, even acapella
I got to tell all Roc-A-Fella

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 then let me do my
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 then let me do my

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish
In a whip with dinero, crime organized the pharaoh
I cream, I gleam
High post Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my
Niggaz wanna try to hem my jeans
fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, somethin dope for y'all to lean
for days on in
Money make the go around so I made songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends
the Mississippi riv', lookin jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when killed Manolo
That's real, feelings like a mulatto
thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a
You ain't ready, I no trigger straight up shoot my guns
Horizontal, get weight up, I am
Two point two pounds 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 through 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
Pure platinum for cheddars
Spread letters you move you're
I make moves that remove pebbles out of
You pistol like pipe with the crystal
John Stockton assist you
Cowboys or Benzes like we in the U.N.
So what the fuck you
Whatever Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin dollars the commas
bitches out the Bahamas
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck with me witness
Absence of malice in my
Call cousin now Dallas finger with the callous
Tip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off
Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you me
Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist with the gleams
for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams
Never put the pure brown before the dirty green cream

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
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can
And if not let me do my thang

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