Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It Back

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

DJ
DJ

ladies
Put ya hands on ya knees and 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 high as a 757 to heaven, no
Whizzy F, yo reverend, 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 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, shake for me
And it make sense if it don't make that money
take that money, I'm strung for cash

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

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

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

I say black walls with the back swiped off
Ah, y'all little bustas just a tax off
I'm a stand up guy, not the that fall
We don't breed 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 diesel
Either I'm the cat doin' it or these cats is losin' it

I'll be easy, fall back and be 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 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 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 like Gal
You play with me, react like the navy
Ya betta get the army, y'all need them for me

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

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

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

ladies
Put ya on ya knees 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 it back to the bottom of the map
I it back to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the of the map

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