Luyện nghe bài hát Bringin' It

Yo yo yo yo yo yo
It ain't over baby it don't stop dat dat dat dat dat dat
dat dat dat dat
Wah-kump, wah-kump dat dat dat dat
come on

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

The marvelous, alias you dare and get
Yo motherfuckin crushed
These slugs bust the 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 later on some snipe
Extended clips I represent because my thugs
Easy boy, I'm stompin' corners them drugs flip

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

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

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

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

The mob crush the Lord just, never be
there's dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to hush
I rush club like, what? always carryin' the bust
The reason why, these niggas that ain't had enough

I hate to ya cabbage back, or bitch-slap
'Cuz otherwise you wouldn't quit that, to
So what I'm sayin' is, real within the game
Alias be the fame, so you know my name, nigga what?

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

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

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

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

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

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