Luyện nghe bài hát Bringin' It

Yo yo yo yo yo yo
It ain't over it don't stop like 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 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 like last year see fear

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

Too MCs not clearly on this hype tip
fuck yo mic and catch you later on some snipe shit
Extended clips I represent because my trip
boy, I'm stompin' corners where them drugs flip

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

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

I'm ya P-Town hit man make ya shit man
Pay my stick man to do my I'm filthy rich man
My thugs always hang around the top dog of all
Make 'em pick 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 it messy like 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 closed to
I rush club scenes like, what? carryin' the bust
The why, these niggas that ruck ain't had enough

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

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

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

But if it's real, my niggas hold a and fill
Mass grills, body armor, trained to kill
I'm at the point of no return, so I let shells
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 my brother love the ghetto tugs
And set on top of what let's straight wet the party up

ESP was in the cut my rootin' black, it up
Is that enough? Y'all niggas still to call my bluff?
And yet I told you, when left back nobody knows you
I you woulda kept your mouth closed like I told you

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