Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill to the Bar
a bitch D in the marked car
We got the bad bitches for air in Aspen
Searchin' for when I ask then, we swing
You we do our thing and bring
your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East hostess hostile colossal, money flarin'
nostrils for drug dealin' 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 lamps in Miami with pull
Tropical where I got a few keys
With my man I'll stock a few G's, now unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so college
Street amazin' to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches with crystals, get fucked pistols
Just to see my shit, puss
I drop the stellar, even
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 think you can
And if not then let me do my
Yeah, bring it on if you you can hang
And if not let me do my thang

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, Spanish wisdoms
In a whip dinero, crime organized like the pharaoh
I cream, I diamond
High like Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I keep my steam
Niggaz wanna try to hem my jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the
In the meanwhile, here's somethin dope for y'all to
for days on in
Money make the world go around so I made songs to
Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, flow
Like the Mississippi riv', jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony Manolo
real, mixed feelings like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Johnson
I him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I find no trigger up shoot my guns
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 credit
Pure fetish for cheddars
Spread letters you move you're
I make moves remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like with the crystal
John Stockton couldn't you
Cowboys or Benzes we foulin in the U.N.
So the fuck you doin?
Whatever Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
dollars with the commas
Bangin out the Bahamas
On hides of we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck with me witness
of malice in my palace
Call now Dallas trigger finger with the callous
Tip from 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 Duke fulfill your
Never put the pure sugar before the dirty green cream

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