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 people and
I present to you

DJ
DJ

Young
Put ya hands on ya knees and ya rump
Put ya back in, back out, do the
Put ya hands on ya knees and ya rump
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
F, yo reverend, preach about me
I'm the God 1-7 and E

I'm the cash, money, y'all ain't ready
Break fast like Tom Petty, just petty
82' I was born ready, I'm too
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 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 don't make if it don't make that money
I'ma take that money, I'm strung for

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 ya rump
Put ya in, back out, do the hump

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 it back to the bottom of the map

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

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

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

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

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 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 get my old school gangsta' map like the
I look Cita and act like Baby Gal
You play with me, I'll 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 my peekin' tourmis
Wizzle fizzle, I keep in New
Sleepin' with women that with the Hornets

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

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

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

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