Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It Back

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

DJ
DJ

Young
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya
Put ya in, back out, do the hump
Put ya on ya knees and bend ya rump
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 ain't ready
Break fast like Tom Petty, y'all just
82' I was ready, I'm too ready
Y'all Betty Crocker balla blockas, I'm too

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 the sharks, shorty on the water, water
And I be ma 8 20- 40 mama, shake for me
And it don't make sense if it don't make that
I'ma that money, I'm strung for cash

ladies
Put ya on ya knees and bend 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

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 bring it back to the of the map

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

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

Yup, Whizzy the down, only 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 it or these cats is losin' it

I'll be easy, 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 this

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 ya rump
Put ya in, back out, do the hump

I it back to the bottom of the map
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 get my old gangsta' map like the 80's
I look like Cita and act like 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 target
Y'all want me to see you with my tourmis
fizzle, I keep in New Orleans
Sleepin' with women that sleep the Hornets

A boy is sumthin' foreign
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 pimples

Yup, fizzle, original hot bizzle
Lil' Wayne but da dividend's not little
Yeah, don't be suprised how the chrome
Get down, get down, man, I'm

ladies
Put ya on ya knees and bend ya rump
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 it back to the bottom 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

[Incomprehensible] the best alive
the best rapper retired
The best alive
the best rapper retired