Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we pattin pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
Fuck a 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 from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast hostess hostile colossal, flarin'
nostrils for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board poquino
Teflon, make sure jammy is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami pull
Tropical where I got a few keys
With my man 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
studded bitches 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 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, 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

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 things to
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta my steam
Niggaz wanna try to hem my long
Uptown fiend for to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, somethin dope for y'all to lean
Liaison for on in
Money the world go around 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 when Tony Manolo
That's real, feelings like a mulatto
thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I played him Benny Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my
Horizontal, get your up, I am
Two point two pounds you're barely a and twenty-five grams
Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to
Crews Brooklyn through to a hood near you, what the fuck...

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

is power
I'm into cheddick with facial
platinum fetish for cheddars
Spread letters you move deadish
I moves that remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like with the crystal
Stockton couldn't assist you
Cowboys or Benzes like we in the U.N.
So what the fuck you
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet
Spankin dollars with the
Bangin bitches out the
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck me witness manana
Absence of in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the
Tip scales from mail to keep niggaz off balance
Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you me
Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke your dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar before the green cream

Yeah, bring it on if you you can hang
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, 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, bring it on... it on..."
"Yeah, it on... bring it on..."
"Yeah, it on... bring it on..."
"Yeah, bring it on... it on..."
"Yeah, bring it on... it on..."