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 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 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
F, yo reverend, preach about me
I'm the God 1-7 and E

I'm the cash, money, Makaveli y'all ain't
Break fast like Tom Petty, y'all just
82' I was born ready, I'm too
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 with the sharks, shorty on the water, water
And I be ma 8 20- 40 mama, sumthin' for me
And it make sense if it don't make that money
I'ma take that money, I'm strung for

Young
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 in, back 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 back to the of the map
I it back to the bottom of the map

I off my brim
Moment of for the homeboy so slim, yeah
Frontin' 'round here will get ya back 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 stand up guy, not the type that
We don't breed kind but they bleed just fine

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

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

Young
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 bring it to the bottom of the map
I it back 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 map like the 80's
I look Cita and act like Baby Gal
You play with me, I'll like the navy
Ya betta get the army, y'all gone 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 women that sleep the Hornets

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

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, out, do the hump
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 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

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