Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It Back

Ladies and
People with jobs, without jobs
Middle class, upper class, class, all that
Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks, elderly and twerkers
I this to you

DJ
DJ

ladies
Put ya hands on ya and bend ya rump
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

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

I'm the cash, money, y'all ain't ready
Break like Tom Petty, y'all 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 inch
Oh, me and you got to do
I don't need no pool, I'm in you

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

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

I it back 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 to the bottom of the map

I off my brim
Moment of for the homeboy so slim, yeah
Frontin' 'round here will get ya back off
We do our own thing, we don't act like

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

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

be easy, fall back and be cool with it
If Paul is movin' it, dead 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, back out, do the
Put ya hands on ya and bend ya rump
Put ya in, back out, do the hump

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 bring it to the bottom of the map

I get my old gangsta' map like the 80's
I look like Cita and act Baby Gal
You play with me, I'll react like the
Ya get the army, y'all gone need them for me

And ya head is a bleepin'
Y'all me to see you with my peekin' tourmis
Wizzle fizzle, I in New Orleans
with women that sleep 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 like spot pimples

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

Young
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya
Put ya in, back out, do the hump
Put ya hands on ya 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 back to the of the map
I bring it back to the of the map

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