Luyện nghe bài hát Bringin' It

Yo yo yo yo yo yo
It over baby it don't stop like dat dat dat dat dat dat
dat dat dat dat
Wah-kump, dat dat dat datdat dat
Wah-kump on

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

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

Too many MCs not clearly on this tip
I'll fuck yo mic and catch you on some snipe shit
Extended clips I because my thugs trip
Easy boy, I'm stompin' corners where them drugs

Ali Baba snakin' trustin' North shit
You catch a or leave a don to climb the night hits it's mob official
You test leave you knock-knissued bandaged up like a snitch
'Cuz I ain't fuckin' with you up, we bringin' it

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

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

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

The mob crush the Lord just, be discussed
When there's dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth to hush
I rush club like, what? always carryin' the bust
The reason why, these niggas ruck ain't had enough

I hate to peel ya cabbage back, or
'Cuz you wouldn't quit that, to kidnap
So what I'm sayin' is, everybody's real the game
be the fame, so you don't know my name, nigga what?

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

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

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

And Killa K and Johnny Hesh steady that steel
Shit's for real, my nigga P and Mike might
They get the gats and stuff my brother love the ghetto tugs
And set on top of niggas what let's straight wet the up

ESP was in the cut my rootin' black, it up
Is that enough? Y'all niggas still fail to my bluff?
And yet I told you, left back cain't nobody knows you
I suppose you kept your mouth closed like I told you

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