Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill to the Bar
a bitch D in the marked car
We got the bad bitches gaspin' for air in
Searchin' for when I ask then, we swing
You we do our thing and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to
coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin'
Like nostrils for drug apostles, huh
Al down to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the like poquino
Teflon, sure your jammy 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 cheese
Said we was garbage, so college
Street knowledge to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches with crystals, get with pistols
Just to see my shit, puss
I drop the stellar, even
I got to tell all about

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
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can
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

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent wisdoms
In a whip dinero, crime organized like the pharaoh
I cream, I gleam
High post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to
to Queens, I gotta keep my steam
Niggaz wanna try to hem my long
Uptown for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's dope for y'all to lean
for days on in
Money make the world go around so I songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, my nigs, dividends flow
Like the Mississippi riv', lookin
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed
real, mixed feelings like a mulatto
Thug he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I played him like Blanco, mano a mano
You ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my guns
Horizontal, get your up, I am
Two point two you're barely a hundred and twenty-five grams
Wouldn't expect to understand this money
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to
Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a near you, what the fuck...

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

Money is
I'm into cheddick with credit
Pure platinum fetish for
Spread you move you're deadish
I moves that remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol pipe with the crystal
John couldn't assist you
or Benzes like we foulin in the U.N.
So what the you doin?
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, yet polished
dollars with the commas
Bangin 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 trigger finger with the callous
Tip scales from mail to these niggaz off balance
Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you me
a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar before the green cream

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can
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 if you think 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

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