Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It Back

[Intro:
Let do it
man
Go get money man, go get that
Go for that shit now, go get money man
Will Made-it bitch

[Pre-Chorus:
in my motherfucking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga,
Just dropped some bank rolls on some
Just your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, miss a beat
Yeah, I'ma get cho-cho, one thing 'bout me
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, me with that
I could put you frontline, just it back

Trouble]
Bring it back, it back, yeah
Bring it back, it back, bring it back, yeah
Don't wanna have to chase you down 'bout no
Cause I will blow you back, it back, this ho here throw it back

[Verse 1:
Yeah, tryna me that she 'bout it
it, 'bout it, yeah, shawty 'bout it, 'bout it, yeah
Take the charger, bad lil shawty say she it
I gotta come for you, you shot at my partner though
The loud off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr.
Nowadays I ride a by Mr. Charlie
I got the down now, sorry Mr. Charlie
Ayy, she say you so motherfucking
But you ain't no good
Might be right, gift and a curse, I take it all this
Know you with a real one though, no question
Partna you get spent on all that flexing
So of us shooting you straight, ain't no pressure
Hating on that man won't do you no
Tryna teach a young flexing
Wanna go to war, but you ain't got no
Worry 'bout hoes and you ain't got no money
Mike Made-It
Big Trouble,

Trouble]
Ounces in my motherfucking
Diamonds on a nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bandos on glasses
Just your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can't miss a
Yeah, I'ma get cho-cho, one thing 'bout me
Yeah, gas up all that ho shit, miss me that
I could put you frontline, just bring it

[Chorus:
Bring it back, it back, yeah
Bring it back, it back, bring it back, yeah
Don't wanna to chase you down 'bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, it back, it's on here, throw it back

2: Drake]
Yeah, I play no games boy, I'm at your head
All about the family, niggas took the
Now you own up to that shit you said
You can't push us to the edge, from the edge
Hit the gas and we there
Do it for the six because we started
I got a girl that used to ride around 'Pac an' them
I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner
Yeah, Richard Mille, on the watch
Extra million just to see the drop
Crest white smile on my
Once I get to snapping ain't safe
Reality gon' hit ya or we hit ya
Either way if they was ya, they going with ya
Mike Made-It
Me and Big baby

[Pre-Chorus:
in my motherfucking pantry
Diamonds on a nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bandos on some
Just dropped your bitch off, man ho so nasty
Huh, all about paper, can't miss a beat
Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho, one 'bout me
Yeah, gas up all ho shit, miss me with that
I put you frontline, just bring it back

Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back,
it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don't wanna have to chase you 'bout no stack
Cause I will you back, bring it back, it's on here, throw it back