Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It On

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

Aiyyo we down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
Fuck a D in the marked car
We got the bad bitches for air in Aspen
for aspirin when I ask then, we swing
You cling we do our and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy to Beijing
coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin'
Like for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed the board like poquino
Teflon, sure your jammy is full
Cause I heard, the Bull lamps in Miami with pull
Tropical where I got a few keys
With my man stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese
we was garbage, so fuck college
Street knowledge amazin' to scholars we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches with crystals, get fucked pistols
to see my shit, discharge puss
I drop the stellar, acapella
I got to tell all 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 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

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish
In a whip with dinero, crime organized the pharaoh
I cream, I diamond
High post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta my steam
wanna try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's dope for y'all to lean
Liaison for on in
make the world go around so I made songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends
Like the Mississippi riv', jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed
That's real, mixed feelings like a
Thug thought he was O.G. Johnson
I played him Benny Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I no trigger straight up shoot my guns
Horizontal, get your up, I am
Two point two pounds barely a hundred and twenty-five grams
Wouldn't expect y'all to understand money
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to
Brooklyn through Hollis 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 platinum for cheddars
Spread letters you move you're
I make moves that remove out of shoes
You pistol like pipe with the crystal
John Stockton couldn't you
Cowboys or Benzes like we in the U.N.
So the fuck you doin?
Whatever Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin dollars the commas
Bangin bitches out the
On of llama we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die
Fuck me witness manana
Absence of malice in my
Call cousin now Dallas trigger with the callous
Tip scales from mail to keep niggaz off balance
Your stops to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a nigga on the wrist action with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke your dreams
Never put the brown sugar before the dirty green cream

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 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 you can hang
And if not let me do my thang

"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, it on... bring it on..."