Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It Back

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

DJ
DJ

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

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, y'all petty
82' I was ready, I'm too ready
Y'all Betty Crocker blockas, I'm too heavy

Meatball, Lamborghini, top
Seats, Ragu, up 20 shoes
Oh, me and you got to do
I don't need no pool, I'm in you

And I sleep with the sharks, shorty on the 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 hands on ya and bend 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

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 off my brim
of silence for the homeboy so slim, yeah
Frontin' 'round here will get ya chopped off
We do our own thing, we don't act like

I say black white walls the back swiped off
Ah, y'all little bustas just a tax off
I'm a stand up guy, not the type fall
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 like diesel time
Either I'm the illest cat it or these cats is losin' it

I'll be easy, fall 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
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 on ya knees and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out, do the

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 bring it 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 play with me, I'll like the navy
Ya get the army, y'all gone need them for me

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

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

Yup, fizzle, original hot bizzle
Still Lil' Wayne but da dividend's not
Yeah, don't be suprised how the chrome
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 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 back to the of the map
I it back to the bottom of the map

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