Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It Back

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

DJ
DJ

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

I'm the cash, money, Makaveli y'all ready
Break fast Tom Petty, y'all just 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 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 make sense if it don't make that money
I'ma take that money, I'm strung for

ladies
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya
Put ya back in, out, do the hump
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 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 off my brim
Moment of silence for the so slim, yeah
Frontin' 'round here get ya back chopped off
We do our own thing, we don't act y'all

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 that
We don't breed them kind but they bleed fine

Yup, Whizzy the down, only read 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, fall back and be 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 hands on ya knees and bend ya
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 to the bottom of the map
I bring it back to the of the map

I get my old school gangsta' map like the
I like Cita and act like Baby Gal
You play with me, I'll react like the
Ya betta get the army, y'all gone need for me

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

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

Yup, wizzle fizzle, hot bizzle
Still Lil' Wayne but da not little
Yeah, don't be how the chrome feel
Get down, get down, man, I'm

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 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

the best rapper alive
Since the best rapper
The rapper alive
Since the best retired