Official Music Video
Bring It On by JAY-Z
Lyrics & Translation
English
Aye, Purse, rack 'em up, man
What you betting, Biggs?
Bet the same thing
Ay, yo, I got next, man
Yo, you got the money, man? You ass betting ass, nigga
The shit is right downstairs in the trunk
Don't trip; we parked right behind each other, nigga
I'ma get the shit before we go downstairs
Yeah, aight, what's up with that case, man?
Aw, man, it ain't nothing
Ain't nobody snitching or nothing; you know our team is tight
Still sitting on seven digits, unlike you, you broke ass nigga
Fuck outta here, this cat right here
This broke ass, ass betting ass nigga
Betting five thousand ain't got no money
Chili cheese face ass nigga (fuck outta here)
Sandy cake face ass nigga (fuck outta here)
(Laughter)
Ayo, Jay, word up
These motherfuckers fucking talking
That comeback shit like they're cooking crack
Shit, I ain't fronting
All I want my pockets green like slum change
You know what I'm saying?
Front the roll we roll back like rubbers, motherfucker, for real
With no trace of AIDS
We keep our pockets fully blown
Roc-A-Fella clique, nigga
Ayo, we patting down pussy from Sugar Hill to the Shark Bar
Fuck a bitch D in the marked car
We got the bad bitches gasping for air in Aspen
Searching for Aspirin when I ascend, we swing
You cling, we do our thing and bring
Slinging your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast host is hostile colossal
Money flaring like nostrils for drug dealing apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino Brown
Me, Jay and Preemo, got it sewed across the board like Poquino
Teflon, make sure your jammy is full
'Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull
Tropical leaves where I got a few keys
With my man I'll stock a few Gs, now it's unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so fuck college
Street knowledge amazing to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches with crystals
Get fucked with pistols, just to see my shit, discharge puss
I drop the stellar, even a cappella
I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, crime organized like the Pharoahe
I cream, I diamond gleam
High post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my steam
Niggas wanna try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's something dope for y'all to lean
Liaison for days on end
Money make the world go around so I made some to spend
Can I live, did dough with my nigs, dividends flow
Like the Mississippi Riv', looking jig
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed feelings like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I fondle trigger straight up, shoot my guns
Horizontal, get your weight up, I am
Two point two pounds
You're barely a hundred and twenty five grams
Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this money
Do the knowledge, due to few dollars, I'm due to demolish
Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck?
Bring it on if you think you can hang
Money is power, I'm energetic with facial credit
Pure platinum fetish for cheddars
Spread lettuce, heroes get deadish
I make moves that remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like pipe with the crystal
John Stockton couldn't assist you
Convoys of Benzes like we fouling in the U.N
So what the fuck you doing? Whatever, nigga
Fahrvergnügen, rugged yet polished
Spanking dollars with the commas
Banging bitches out the Bahamas
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly farther
Fry hotter, you die gotta, fuck with me witness mañana
Absence of malice in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callus
Tip scales from mail to keep these niggas off balance
Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you're feeding me
Steam a nigga scheming on the wrist action with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on
Yeah, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on
Yeah, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on
Yeah, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on
Bring it on, if you think, if you think, if you think
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Bring It On by JAY-Z
Bring It On* (original JAY-Z)
Aye, Purse, rack 'em up, man
What you betting, Biggs?
Bet the same thing
Ay, yo, I got next, man
Yo, you got the money, man? You ass betting ass, nigga
The shit is right downstairs in the trunk
Don't trip; we parked right behind each other, nigga
I'ma get the shit before we go downstairs
Yeah, aight, what's up with that case, man?
Aw, man, it ain't nothing
Ain't nobody snitching or nothing; you know our team is tight
Still sitting on seven digits, unlike you, you broke ass nigga
Fuck outta here, this cat right here
This broke ass, ass betting ass nigga
Betting five thousand ain't got no money
Chili cheese face ass nigga (fuck outta here)
Sandy cake face ass nigga (fuck outta here)
(Laughter)
Ayo, Jay, word up
These motherfuckers fucking talking
That comeback shit like they're cooking crack
Shit, I ain't fronting
All I want my pockets green like slum change
You know what I'm saying?
Front the roll we roll back like rubbers, motherfucker, for real
With no trace of AIDS
We keep our pockets fully blown
Roc-A-Fella clique, nigga
Ayo, we patting down pussy from Sugar Hill to the Shark Bar
Fuck a bitch D in the marked car
We got the bad bitches gasping for air in Aspen
Searching for Aspirin when I ascend, we swing
You cling, we do our thing and bring
Slinging your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast host is hostile colossal
Money flaring like nostrils for drug dealing apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino Brown
Me, Jay and Preemo, got it sewed across the board like Poquino
Teflon, make sure your jammy is full
'Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull
Tropical leaves where I got a few keys
With my man I'll stock a few Gs, now it's unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so fuck college
Street knowledge amazing to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches with crystals
Get fucked with pistols, just to see my shit, discharge puss
I drop the stellar, even a cappella
I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, crime organized like the Pharoahe
I cream, I diamond gleam
High post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my steam
Niggas wanna try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's something dope for y'all to lean
Liaison for days on end
Money make the world go around so I made some to spend
Can I live, did dough with my nigs, dividends flow
Like the Mississippi Riv', looking jig
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed feelings like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I fondle trigger straight up, shoot my guns
Horizontal, get your weight up, I am
Two point two pounds
You're barely a hundred and twenty five grams
Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this money
Do the knowledge, due to few dollars, I'm due to demolish
Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck?
Bring it on if you think you can hang
Money is power, I'm energetic with facial credit
Pure platinum fetish for cheddars
Spread lettuce, heroes get deadish
I make moves that remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like pipe with the crystal
John Stockton couldn't assist you
Convoys of Benzes like we fouling in the U.N
So what the fuck you doing? Whatever, nigga
Fahrvergnügen, rugged yet polished
Spanking dollars with the commas
Banging bitches out the Bahamas
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly farther
Fry hotter, you die gotta, fuck with me witness mañana
Absence of malice in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callus
Tip scales from mail to keep these niggas off balance
Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you're feeding me
Steam a nigga scheming on the wrist action with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on
Yeah, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on
Yeah, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on
Yeah, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on
Bring it on, if you think, if you think, if you think
Bring It On (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Oye, Purse, apílalos, hombre
¿Qué apuestas, Biggs?
Apuesto lo mismo
Ay, yo, yo sigo, hombre
Yo, ¿tienes el dinero, hombre? Tú, negro apostador de mierda
La mierda está justo abajo en el maletero
No te preocupes; aparcamos justo detrás el uno del otro, negro
Voy a buscar la mierda antes de que bajemos
Sí, está bien, ¿qué pasa con ese caso, hombre?
Ay, hombre, no es nada
Nadie está delatando ni nada; sabes que nuestro equipo es unido
Todavía sentado en siete dígitos, a diferencia de ti, negro sin un duro
Vete a la mierda, este tipo de aquí
Este negro sin un duro, apostador de mierda
Apostando cinco mil y no tiene dinero
Negro con cara de chili con queso (vete a la mierda)
Negro con cara de pastel de arena (vete a la mierda)
(Laughter)
Ayo, Jay, qué onda
Estos hijos de puta están hablando
Esa mierda de regreso como si estuvieran cocinando crack
Mierda, no estoy fanfarroneando
Todo lo que quiero es mis bolsillos verdes como cambio de barrio bajo
¿Sabes lo que digo?
Pon el rollo, retrocedemos como condones, hijo de puta, de verdad
Sin rastro de SIDA
Mantenemos nuestros bolsillos llenos
La pandilla Roc-A-Fella, negro
Ayo, estamos palpando coños desde Sugar Hill hasta el Shark Bar
Joder a una perra D en el coche marcado
Tenemos a las perras malas jadeando por aire en Aspen
Buscando Aspirina cuando asciendo, nosotros balanceamos
Tú te aferras, nosotros hacemos lo nuestro y traemos
Balanceando tu pito desde Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn hasta Beijing
El anfitrión de la costa este es hostil colosal
Dinero ardiendo como fosas nasales para apóstoles traficantes de drogas, ¿eh?
Al Pacino hasta Nino Brown
Yo, Jay y Preemo, lo tenemos cosido en todos los ámbitos como Poquino
Teflón, asegúrate de que tu pistola esté llena
Porque oí, Sammy el Toro se luce en Miami con influencia
Hojas tropicales donde tengo unas cuantas llaves
Con mi hombre, almacenaré unos cuantos miles, ahora es queso imparable
Dijeron que éramos basura, así que a la mierda la universidad
Conocimiento callejero asombroso para los académicos cuando acuñamos frases por dólares
Perra con estrellas y cristales
Que te jodan con pistolas, solo para ver mi mierda, descargar pus
Lanzo lo estelar, incluso a capella
Tengo que contar todo sobre Roc-A-Fella
Sí, tráelo si crees que puedes aguantar
Y si no, entonces déjame hacer lo mío
Sí, tráelo si crees que puedes aguantar
Y si no, entonces déjame hacer lo mío
Sí, tráelo si crees que puedes aguantar
Y si no, entonces déjame hacer lo mío
Sí, tráelo si crees que puedes aguantar
Y si no, entonces déjame hacer lo mío
Modales de un joven Bobby DeNiro, sabidurías españolas gastadas
En un coche con dinero, crimen organizado como el Faraón
Yo gano, yo brillo como diamante
Poste alto como Hakeem, tengo muchas cosas que soltar
De Brooklyn a Queens, tengo que mantener mi vapor
Negros quieren intentar acortar mis jeans largos
Adicto de Uptown a que Jay-Z aparezca en la escena
Mientras tanto, aquí hay algo genial para que se apoyen
Enlace por días y días
El dinero hace girar el mundo, así que hice algo para gastar
¿Puedo vivir, hice dinero con mis negros, los dividendos fluyen
Como el río Misisipi, luciendo elegante
No puedo hacerlo solo, tuve que apartar la vista cuando Tony mató a Manolo
Eso es real, sentimientos encontrados como un mulato
El matón pensó que era O.G. Bobby Johnson
Lo jugué como Benny Blanco, mano a mano
No estás listo, acaricio el gatillo directamente, disparo mis armas
Horizontal, ponte en forma, yo soy
Dos punto dos libras
Apenas eres ciento veinticinco gramos
No esperaría que ustedes entendieran este dinero
Haz el conocimiento, debido a pocos dólares, estoy destinado a demoler
Pandillas de Brooklyn a Hollis a un barrio cerca de ti, ¿qué carajo?
Tráelo si crees que puedes aguantar
El dinero es poder, soy enérgico con crédito facial
Fetichismo de platino puro por los quesos
Esparce billetes, los héroes se mueren
Hago movimientos que quitan guijarros de los zapatos
Chupas la pistola como pipa con el cristal
John Stockton no podría asistirte
Convoyes de Benzes como si estuviéramos cometiendo faltas en la ONU
¿Entonces qué carajo estás haciendo? Lo que sea, negro
Fahrvergnügen, rudo pero pulido
Azotando dólares con las comas
Follándome putas de las Bahamas
Sobre pieles de llama no lloramos nada, volamos más lejos
Fríe más caliente, tienes que morir, jódete conmigo, sé testigo mañana
Ausencia de malicia en mi palacio
Llama al primo ahora, Dallas, dedo en el gatillo con el callo
Inclina la balanza del correo para mantener a estos negros desequilibrados
Tus paradas frecuentes en O.T.B. me estás alimentando
Vaporiza a un negro tramando la acción de la muñeca con los brillos
Joyas para Pop Duke cumplen tus sueños
Nunca pongas el azúcar moreno puro antes de la crema verde sucia
Sí, tráelo si crees que puedes aguantar
Y si no, entonces déjame hacer lo mío
Sí, tráelo si crees que puedes aguantar
Y si no, entonces déjame hacer lo mío
Sí, tráelo si crees que puedes aguantar
Y si no, entonces déjame hacer lo mío
Sí, tráelo si crees que puedes aguantar
Y si no, entonces déjame hacer lo mío
Sí, tráelo, tráelo, tráelo
Sí, tráelo, tráelo, tráelo
Sí, tráelo, tráelo, tráelo
Sí, tráelo, tráelo, tráelo
Tráelo, si crees, si crees, si crees
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