Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It Back

Ladies and
People with jobs, without jobs
class, upper class, high class, all that
Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks, elderly and twerkers
I present to you

DJ
DJ

Young
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya
Put ya back in, back out, do the
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya
Put ya in, back out, do the hump

Well, I'm fly as son of a gun, son of a
Get as a 757 goin' to heaven, no
F, yo reverend, preach about me
I'm the God 1-7 and E

I'm the cash, money, Makaveli y'all ain't
Break like Tom Petty, y'all just petty
82' I was born ready, I'm too
Y'all Betty Crocker blockas, I'm too heavy

Meatball, Lamborghini, top
Seats, Ragu, up 20 shoes
Oh, me and you got to do
I don't need no pool, I'm in you

And I sleep with the sharks, on the water, water
And I be ma 8 20- 40 mama, shake for me
And it don't make sense if it make that money
I'ma take money, I'm strung for cash

Young
Put ya on ya knees and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, out, do the hump
Put ya hands on ya knees and ya rump
Put ya back in, out, do the hump

I it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the of the map
I it back to the bottom of the map

I off my brim
Moment of for the homeboy so slim, yeah
Frontin' 'round here will get ya back off
We do our own thing, we don't act like

I say black white with the back swiped off
Ah, y'all little bustas just a tax off
I'm a stand up guy, not the type that
We don't breed them kind but they bleed just

Yup, Whizzy the down, only read the line
If you can't boy, read ma
I'm goin' hard in the paint diesel time
I'm the illest cat doin' it or these cats is losin' it

I'll be easy, back and be cool with it
If Paul Barrer is movin' it, dead float, I'm through it
I'm the shh, na, na, I'm
Whizzy F, baby, I do here

ladies
Put ya on ya knees and bend ya rump
Put ya in, back out, do the hump
Put ya on ya knees and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out, do the

I bring it back to the of the map
I it back to the bottom of the map
I it back to the bottom of the map
I it back to the bottom of the map

I get my old school gangsta' map the 80's
I look Cita and act like Baby Gal
You play with me, react like the navy
Ya get the army, y'all gone need them for me

And ya is a bleepin' target
Y'all me to see you with my peekin' tourmis
Wizzle fizzle, I keep in New
Sleepin' with women sleep with the Hornets

A country boy is sumthin'
'Bout a hundred thousand more what you're in
You're not 'bout it, you up like popsicles
Pop up on bicycles, pop y'all like spot

Yup, wizzle fizzle, hot bizzle
Still Lil' but da dividend's not little
Yeah, don't be suprised how the chrome
Get down, get down, man, I'm

ladies
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya
Put ya in, back out, do the hump
Put ya hands on ya knees and ya rump
Put ya in, back out, do the hump

I bring it back to the of the map
I it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it to the bottom of the map
I it back to the bottom of the map

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The best alive
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