Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It Back

Ladies and
People with jobs, without jobs
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, 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
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 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 inch
Oh, me and you got to do
I need 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 bend ya
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

I it back to the bottom of the map
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 take off my
of silence for the homeboy so slim, yeah
Frontin' 'round here will get ya chopped off
We do our own thing, we don't act like

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

Yup, Whizzy the down, only read the line
If you can't boy, read ma
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, back and be cool with it
If Paul Barrer is movin' it, dead float, I'm with it
I'm the shh, na, na, I'm
Whizzy F, baby, I do this

Young
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, back out, do the

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 it back to the bottom of the map

I get my old school gangsta' map like the
I like Cita and act like Baby Gal
You play with me, react 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 my peekin' tourmis
Wizzle fizzle, I keep in New
Sleepin' with women that sleep the Hornets

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

Yup, wizzle fizzle, hot bizzle
Still Lil' but da dividend's not little
Yeah, don't be suprised how the chrome
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 it back 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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