Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It Back

Ladies and
with jobs, people without jobs
Middle class, upper class, class, all that
Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks, elderly people and
I present to you

DJ
DJ

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

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

I'm the cash, money, Makaveli y'all ready
Break fast like Tom Petty, y'all just
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 need no pool, I'm swimmin' in you

And I sleep with the sharks, shorty on the 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 that money, I'm strung for cash

Young
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 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 back to the of the map
I bring it to the bottom of the map

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

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

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

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

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

I bring it back to the of the map
I bring it to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the of the map
I bring it to the bottom of the map

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

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

A country boy is sumthin'
'Bout a hundred thousand more than what in
You're not 'bout it, you up like popsicles
Pop up on bicycles, pop y'all like spot

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

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

I bring it back to the of the map
I bring it back to the of the map
I bring it back to the of the map
I bring it back to the of the map

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