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, dat dat dat datdat dat
Wah-kump on

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

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

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

Ali Baba snakin' lakin' North shit
You catch a grip or a don to climb the night hits it's mob official
You test I'll leave you knock-knissued bandaged up like a
'Cuz I fuckin' with you straight up, we bringin' it

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

I'm ya hit man I'll make ya shit man
Pay my stick man to do my I'm filthy rich man
My thugs always around the top dog of all dogs
Make 'em pick locks and spit glocks until you shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Killa K and Johnny steady aimin' that steel
for real, my nigga P and Mike might peel
They get the gats and stuff my brother love the ghetto tugs
And set on top of niggas what let's 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, when left back cain't nobody you
I you woulda kept your mouth closed like I told you

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