Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It Back

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

Well, I'm fly as son of a gun, son of a
Get as a 757 goin' 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 ready
Break like Tom Petty, y'all just petty
82' I was born ready, I'm too
Y'all Betty balla blockas, I'm too heavy

Meatball, Lamborghini, top
Seats, Ragu, up 20 inch
Oh, me and you got to do
I don't 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 don't make sense if it don't make that
I'ma that money, I'm strung for cash

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

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

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

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

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

I'll be easy, 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
F, baby, I do this here

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

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

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

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 pimples

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

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

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