Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It Back

Ladies and
People with jobs, people jobs
class, upper class, high class, all that
Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks, elderly people and
I present to you

DJ
DJ

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

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

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

Meatball, Lamborghini, top
Seats, Ragu, up 20 shoes
Oh, me and you got to do
I don't no pool, I'm swimmin' in you

And I sleep the sharks, shorty on the water, water
And I be ma 8 20- 40 mama, shake for me
And it make sense if it don't make that money
I'ma take that money, I'm strung for

Young
Put ya hands on ya knees and 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 it back 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

I off my brim
Moment of silence for the homeboy so slim,
Frontin' 'round here will get ya back off
We do our own thing, we act like y'all

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

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

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

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

I bring it to the bottom of the map
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 get my old school gangsta' map like the
I look like and act like Baby Gal
You play with me, I'll like the navy
Ya betta get the army, y'all gone them for me

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

A country boy is sumthin'
'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 spot

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

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

I bring it back to the 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

[Incomprehensible] the rapper alive
Since the rapper retired
The best rapper
Since the best rapper