Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It Back

Ladies and
People with jobs, people jobs
Middle class, upper class, class, all that
Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks, elderly and twerkers
I present to you

DJ
DJ

ladies
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya
Put ya in, back out, do the hump
Put ya hands on ya 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 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, y'all ain't ready
Break fast Tom Petty, y'all just petty
82' I was born ready, I'm too
Y'all Betty Crocker 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 don't make if it don't make that money
I'ma take money, I'm strung for cash

ladies
Put ya on ya knees 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

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
I bring it back to the 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 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 just fine

Yup, the down, only read between the line
If you boy, read ma nine
I'm hard in the paint like diesel time
Either I'm the illest cat doin' it or these is losin' it

I'll be easy, back and be cool with it
If Barrer is movin' it, dead float, I'm through 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 back in, back out, do the
Put ya hands on ya and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out, do the

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
I bring it back to the of the map

I get my old school gangsta' map the 80's
I look like Cita and act like 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 bleepin'
Y'all want me to see you with my peekin'
Wizzle fizzle, I keep in New
Sleepin' with women sleep with the Hornets

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

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

Young
Put ya on ya knees 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 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

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