Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It Back

Ladies and
with jobs, people without jobs
Middle class, class, high class, all that
Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks, people and twerkers
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 bend ya
Put ya in, back 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, Makaveli y'all ain't
Break fast Tom Petty, y'all just petty
82' I was born ready, I'm too
Betty Crocker balla 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 make 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 bend ya
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 bring it to the bottom of the map
I bring it to the bottom of the map

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

I say white walls with the back swiped off
Ah, y'all bustas just a tax write 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, ma nine
I'm hard in the paint like diesel time
Either I'm the illest cat doin' it or these cats is it

be easy, fall back and be cool with it
If Paul Barrer is movin' it, float, I'm through with it
I'm the shh, na, na, I'm
Whizzy F, baby, I do here

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

I get my old school map like the 80's
I look like and act like Baby Gal
You play with me, I'll react the navy
Ya betta get the army, y'all gone them for me

And ya head is a bleepin'
Y'all me to see you with my peekin' tourmis
fizzle, I keep in New Orleans
Sleepin' with women that sleep with the

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

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

ladies
Put ya hands on ya and bend 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

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 bring it back to the of the map

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