Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It Back

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

DJ
DJ

ladies
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 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, about me
I'm the God 1-7 and E

I'm the cash, money, Makaveli y'all ain't
Break fast like Tom Petty, 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 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 don't make if it don't make that money
I'ma take 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 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 it back to the bottom of the map

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

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

Yup, the down, only read between the line
If you can't boy, read ma
I'm goin' hard in the paint 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 Barrer is it, dead float, I'm through with it
I'm the shh, na, na, I'm
Whizzy F, baby, I do this

Young
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya
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 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 it back to the bottom of the map

I get my old school gangsta' map the 80's
I look like Cita and act like 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 bleepin'
Y'all want me to see you with my peekin'
Wizzle fizzle, I in New Orleans
Sleepin' with women that sleep the Hornets

A country boy is foreign
'Bout a hundred thousand more than you're in
You're not 'bout it, you freeze up like
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 how the chrome feel
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 knees and bend ya
Put ya back in, 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

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