Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It Back

Ladies and
People with jobs, people jobs
Middle class, upper class, class, all that
Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks, elderly and twerkers
I this to you

DJ
DJ

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, 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, Makaveli y'all ain't
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 shoes
Oh, me and you got to do
I need no pool, I'm swimmin' in you

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

ladies
Put ya on ya knees and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, out, do the hump
Put ya on ya knees and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, 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 back to the of the map
I it back to the bottom of the map

I take off my
Moment of silence for the so slim, yeah
'round here will get ya back chopped 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 just a tax off
I'm a stand up guy, not the type fall
We breed them kind but they bleed just fine

Yup, Whizzy the down, only between the line
If you boy, read ma nine
I'm goin' hard in the paint like time
Either I'm the illest cat it or these cats is losin' it

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

ladies
Put ya hands on ya and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, 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 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 gangsta' map like 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 is a bleepin' target
Y'all want me to see you with my 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 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 Lil' Wayne but da dividend's not
Yeah, don't be suprised how the 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 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 bring it back to the of the map
I it back to the bottom of the map

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