Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It Back

Ladies and
with jobs, people without jobs
Middle class, class, high class, all that
Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks, elderly people and
I this to you

DJ
DJ

Young
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya
Put ya in, back out, do the hump
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
Whizzy F, yo reverend, about me
I'm the God 1-7 and E

I'm the cash, money, y'all ain't ready
Break fast like Tom Petty, y'all 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, shorty on the water,
And I be ma 8 20- 40 mama, shake for me
And it don't sense if it don't make that money
take that money, I'm strung for cash

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

I bring it to the bottom of the map
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 off my brim
Moment of for the homeboy so slim, yeah
'round here will get ya back chopped off
We do our own thing, we act like y'all

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

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

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

ladies
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya
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 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 bring it to the bottom of the map

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

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

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

Yup, fizzle, original 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 ya rump
Put ya back in, back out, do the
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya
Put ya back in, out, do the hump

I bring it 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 bring it back to the of the map

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Since the best retired
The best rapper
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