Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we pattin down from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
Fuck a bitch D in the car
We got the bad bitches for air in Aspen
Searchin' for when I ask then, we swing
You cling we do our and bring
your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast hostess hostile colossal, money
nostrils for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the like poquino
Teflon, make sure your is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with
leaves where I got a few keys
With my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's cheese
Said we was garbage, so college
Street amazin' to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star bitches with crystals, get fucked with pistols
Just to see my shit, discharge
I the stellar, even acapella
I got to tell all 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 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 think you can
And if not then let me do my

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish
In a whip with dinero, crime organized the pharaoh
I cream, I gleam
post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my
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
Liaison for on in
Money make the world go around so I made songs to
Can I Live, did dough, my nigs, dividends flow
Like the riv', lookin jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to away when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby
I him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I find no trigger up shoot my guns
Horizontal, get weight up, I am
Two point two you're barely a hundred and twenty-five grams
Wouldn't expect to understand this money
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to
Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood you, what the fuck...

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

is power
I'm into cheddick with facial
Pure platinum fetish for
Spread letters you move deadish
I make moves that remove pebbles out of
You pistol like pipe with the crystal
John Stockton assist you
Cowboys or Benzes we foulin in the U.N.
So the fuck you doin?
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 with me witness
Absence of malice in my
cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callous
Tip scales from mail to these niggaz off balance
Your frequent 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 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 you can hang
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... it on..."
"Yeah, bring it on... it on..."
"Yeah, it on... bring it on..."
"Yeah, bring it on... it on..."
"Yeah, it on... bring it on..."