Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It Back

Ladies and
People with jobs, people without
Middle class, upper class, high class, all
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 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, preach 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 Betty balla blockas, I'm too heavy

Meatball, Lamborghini, top
Seats, Ragu, up 20 inch
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, sumthin' for me
And it don't make sense if it don't that money
I'ma that money, I'm strung for cash

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

I say white walls with the back swiped off
Ah, y'all little bustas a tax write off
I'm a stand up guy, not the that fall
We don't breed them kind but they just fine

Yup, the down, only read between the line
If you can't boy, read ma
I'm hard in the paint like diesel time
Either I'm the illest cat doin' it or these cats is it

I'll be easy, fall back and be cool 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 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 back in, back out, do the

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

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

A country boy is sumthin'
a hundred thousand 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, hot bizzle
Still Wayne but da dividend's 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 back in, 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 bring it to the bottom of the map
I bring it to the bottom of the map

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