Luyện nghe bài hát Bringin' It

Yo yo yo yo yo yo
It ain't over it don't stop like dat dat dat dat dat dat
dat dat dat dat
Wah-kump, dat dat dat datdat dat
Wah-kump on

One question who be the thug y'all love most?
Or give a toast to this freestyle drug the thug muscle
So whistle if you hear gon' get you close
And yous a man like last year see most fear

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

Too many MCs not on this hype tip
I'll yo mic and catch you later on some snipe shit
Extended clips I because my thugs trip
Easy boy, I'm stompin' corners them drugs flip

Ali Baba snakin' lakin' trustin' shit
You catch a or leave a don to climb the night hits it's mob official
You test I'll 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 this
What y'all in Hampton, huh huh know this
What y'all in P-Town about this
What y'all in Hoviay know about
it out

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

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

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

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

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

See I told y'all motherfuckers my clique roll deep
AK's and street sweeps gunnin' in ya peeps
44's and Calico, Ricky and Low
Thugs know the on how I let shit go

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

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

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

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