Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It Back

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

[Pre-Chorus:
Ounces in my pantry
on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bank rolls on glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so
Huh, all about that paper, can't a beat
Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho, one 'bout me
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, me with that
I could put you frontline, bring 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 no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, this ho here it back

1: Trouble]
Yeah, tryna show me that she 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 at my lil' partner though
The wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr.
I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got the game down now, Mr. Charlie
Ayy, she say you so motherfucking
But you ain't no motherfucking
be right, gift and a curse, I take it all this blessing
Know you fucking a real one though, no question
Partna you gon' get spent on all that
So of us shooting you straight, ain't no pressure
Hating on that man do you no blessing
teach a young nigga flexing
Wanna go to war, but you ain't got no
Worry 'bout these hoes and you got no money
Mike Made-It
Big Trouble,

Trouble]
Ounces in my motherfucking
Diamonds on a nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bandos on some
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so
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 that
I could put you frontline, just bring it

[Chorus:
Bring it back, it back, yeah
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, 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 gotta own up to that shit you
You can't push us to the edge, from the edge
Hit the gas and we outta
Do it for the six we started there
I got a girl that used to around with 'Pac an' them
I gotta get it, you from my lil partner then
Yeah, Richard Mille, heavy on the
Extra million just to see the Maybach
Crest smile on my face
Once I get to snapping nobody safe
gon' hit ya or we gon' hit ya
Either way if they was with ya, they going ya
Mike Made-It
Me and Big baby

[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, I'ma get cho-cho, one thing 'bout me
Yeah, gas up all that ho shit, miss me that
I could put you frontline, bring 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 no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, it's on here, throw it