Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It Back

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

DJ
DJ

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

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

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

Meatball, Lamborghini, top
Seats, Ragu, up 20 inch
Oh, me and you got to do
I don't no pool, I'm swimmin' 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 if it don't make that money
I'ma take that money, I'm for cash

Young
Put ya on ya knees and bend ya rump
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 to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the of the map
I bring it back to the of the map
I it back to the bottom of the map

I take off my
Moment of silence for the so slim, yeah
Frontin' 'round here will get ya chopped off
We do our own thing, we don't act y'all

I say black white walls the back swiped off
Ah, y'all little just a tax write off
I'm a stand up guy, not the type fall
We don't breed kind but they bleed just fine

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

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

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

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

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

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

A country boy is foreign
'Bout a hundred thousand than what you're in
You're not 'bout it, you freeze up popsicles
Pop up on bicycles, pop y'all like pimples

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

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

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

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