Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

Aiyyo Jay up; these motherfuckers
Fuckin' talkin' that comeback shit they cookin' crack
Shit I ain't frontin' all I want my pockets green like change
Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we back like 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
a bitch D in the marked car
We got the bad bitches gaspin' for air in
Searchin' for aspirin when I ask then, we
You we do our thing and bring
Sling ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast hostile colossal, money flarin'
nostrils for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al down to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board poquino
Teflon, make sure your jammy is
Cause I heard, Sammy the lamps in Miami with pull
Tropical leaves where I got a few
With my man stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so college
knowledge amazin' to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded with crystals, get fucked with pistols
Just to see my shit, puss
I the stellar, even acapella
I got to all about Roc-A-Fella

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

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish
In a whip with dinero, crime organized the pharaoh
I cream, I gleam
High post like Hakeem, got a lot of to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my
Niggaz wanna try to hem my jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the
In the meanwhile, somethin dope for y'all to lean
for days on in
Money the world go around so I made songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, my nigs, dividends flow
the Mississippi riv', lookin jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony Manolo
That's real, mixed feelings a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby
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 you're barely a hundred and grams
expect y'all to understand this money
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to
Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck...

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

Money is
I'm into cheddick facial credit
Pure fetish for cheddars
Spread letters you move deadish
I make moves that remove pebbles out of
You suck pistol like pipe with the
Stockton couldn't assist you
Cowboys or like we foulin in the U.N.
So what the you doin?
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet
dollars with the commas
Bangin out the Bahamas
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck with me witness
of malice in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas finger with the callous
Tip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off
frequent stops to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action the gleams
for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar before the green cream

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

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