Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It Back

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

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

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

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

Trouble]
Ounces in my motherfucking
Diamonds on a young nigga,
Just dropped some bandos on some
Just dropped your 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 with
I could put you frontline, bring it back

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

[Verse 2:
Yeah, I don't play no boy, I'm at your head
All about the family, niggas took the
Now you gotta own up to that you said
You can't us to the edge, Trouble from the edge
Hit the gas and we there
Do it for the six because we started
I got a girl used to ride around with 'Pac an' them
I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner
Yeah, Mille, heavy on the watch
Extra million just to see the drop
Crest white on my face
I get to snapping ain't nobody safe
Reality hit ya or we gon' hit ya
Either way if they was with ya, they going ya
WiLL Made-It
Me and Big Trouble

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

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