Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It Back

Ladies and
People with jobs, people jobs
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 knees and bend ya
Put ya in, back out, do the hump
Put ya hands on ya knees and ya rump
Put ya in, back out, do the hump

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, Makaveli y'all ready
Break fast Tom Petty, y'all just petty
82' I was ready, I'm too ready
Y'all Betty Crocker balla blockas, I'm too

Meatball, Lamborghini, top
Seats, Ragu, up 20 shoes
Oh, me and you got to do
I need 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 take money, I'm strung for cash

ladies
Put ya hands on ya and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out, do the
Put ya hands on ya and bend ya rump
Put ya in, back out, do the hump

I bring it 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 back to the of the map

I take off my
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 with the back swiped off
Ah, little bustas just a tax write off
I'm a stand up guy, not the that fall
We don't breed them kind but they bleed fine

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

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

ladies
Put ya hands on ya 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 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 bring it back to the of the map

I get my old gangsta' map like the 80's
I look like Cita and act Baby Gal
You play me, I'll react like the navy
Ya betta get the army, y'all need them for me

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

A country boy is sumthin'
'Bout a hundred thousand than what you're in
You're not 'bout it, you 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 feel
Get down, get down, man, I'm

Young
Put ya hands on ya knees and 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 back to the 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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