Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It Back

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

DJ
DJ

Young
Put ya hands on ya 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

Well, I'm fly as son of a gun, son of a
Get as a 757 goin' 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
fast like Tom Petty, y'all 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 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, 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 in, back 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 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 take off my
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 white walls with the back swiped off
Ah, y'all little just a tax write off
I'm a up guy, not the type that fall
We don't breed them kind but they bleed just

Yup, the down, only read between the line
If you boy, read ma nine
I'm goin' hard in the paint like 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 Barrer is movin' it, dead float, I'm through 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 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 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 like Cita and act like Baby Gal
You play with me, react like the navy
Ya betta get the army, y'all gone need for me

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

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

Yup, wizzle fizzle, hot bizzle
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 hands on ya knees and ya rump
Put ya back in, back out, do the
Put ya hands on ya knees and 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 bring it back to the of the map
I bring it back to the of the map

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