Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
Fuck a bitch D in the 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 Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast hostess hostile colossal, flarin'
Like for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like
Teflon, make sure your jammy is
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami pull
Tropical where I got a few keys
my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so college
Street knowledge amazin' to when we coin phrases for dollars
Star bitches with crystals, get fucked with pistols
to see my shit, discharge puss
I drop the stellar, acapella
I got to tell all Roc-A-Fella

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 let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on if you 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

of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, crime like the pharaoh
I cream, I gleam
High post like Hakeem, got a lot of to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I keep my steam
wanna try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's somethin for y'all to lean
for days on in
Money make the world go so I made songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, flow
the Mississippi riv', lookin jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed feelings like a
Thug he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I played him like Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I no trigger straight up shoot my guns
Horizontal, get weight up, I am
Two point two pounds you're barely a and twenty-five grams
expect y'all 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 cheddick with facial credit
Pure fetish for cheddars
Spread letters you move deadish
I make moves remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck like pipe with the crystal
Stockton couldn't assist you
Cowboys or Benzes like we in the U.N.
So what the you doin?
nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin dollars with the
bitches out the Bahamas
On hides of we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die
with me witness manana
Absence of in my palace
Call cousin now trigger finger with the callous
Tip scales mail to keep these niggaz off balance
frequent stops to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action the gleams
Jewels for Pop fulfill your dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green

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, it on if you think 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, it on... bring it on..."
"Yeah, bring it on... it on..."
"Yeah, bring it on... it on..."
"Yeah, bring it on... it on..."
"Yeah, bring it on... it on..."