Luyện nghe bài hát Bringin' It

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It ain't baby it don't stop like dat dat dat dat dat dat
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Wah-kump, dat dat dat datdat dat
come on

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

The marvelous, alias you discuss and get
Yo head crushed
These slugs bust the wanted when they just appointed
I stomp dogs and leave 'em froze you know you fronted

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

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

What y'all, huh huh, V-A about this
What y'all in Hampton, huh huh know about
y'all in P-Town know 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 stick man to do my dirt I'm rich man
My thugs always around the top dog of all dogs
Make 'em pick locks and glocks until you shit rocks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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