Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It Back

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

DJ
DJ

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, back out, do the

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 ain't ready
fast like Tom Petty, y'all just petty
82' I was born ready, I'm too
Y'all Betty Crocker 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 with the sharks, shorty on the water, water
And I be ma 8 20- 40 mama, sumthin' for me
And it don't sense if it don't make that money
take that money, I'm strung for cash

Young
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, back out, do the

I it back to the bottom of the map
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 off my brim
of silence for the homeboy so slim, yeah
Frontin' 'round will get ya back chopped off
We do our own thing, we don't act y'all

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, read between the line
If you boy, read ma nine
I'm hard in the paint like diesel time
Either I'm the illest cat doin' it or cats is losin' it

I'll be easy, fall 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

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

I it back to the bottom 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

I get my old school gangsta' map like the
I look like Cita and act like 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 bleepin'
Y'all want me to see you my peekin' tourmis
fizzle, I keep in New Orleans
Sleepin' with that sleep with the Hornets

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

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

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

I bring it to the bottom of the map
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

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