Luyện nghe bài hát Top Back

Creme de la homie, top shelf ya know
I like my beat down low, down low, down low, down low, low, down low, down low
I like my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let
Ay holla if ya like ya beat down low, down low, low, down low, down low, down low, down low
I my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let back

Ay holla if ya like ya beat low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low
I my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let back

I my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me twenty-fours with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya hot and ya top let back
If ya sit high and ya windows pitch black

I like my beat down low and my top let
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a in the back
Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows black

I'm the man in my city, ain't nobody wit' me
You can ask the real and all the bad bitches
I'm a known drug dealer; I always have
And the thugs and the was all in class wit' me
on twenty-sixes, watchin' some television
Shorty, I'm slippin', got the berretta in vision
And to pop the clip in, ready to get to trippin'
Ready to show these folks a pistol whippin'
stolen' the automobile, and the roof for the tag missin'
Polices try to me; it's nothin' but gas-given
Addicted to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my children
Think I'm bad now, you a seen me before I had children
Give dick to ya daddy's and they oughta have children
Hope he got some insurance 'cause I definitely have endurance
Kill her in Mississippi and her ass to Missouri
my wet pet drippin' while I'm woodgrain grippin'

I like my beat down low and my top let
Can see me twenty-fours with a chopper in the back
Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black

I my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me twenty-fours with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya hot and ya top let back
If ya sit high and ya windows pitch black

I got Pimp Squad Click; I know you heard about us
niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't worried 'bout much
On glock I clutch
In God I trust, if a punk nigga start, bet his heart I
Got ya and the broad in ya car fucked up
ya under estimation thought a star wouldn't bust
I got the heart and the guts on perp I blow
Move ten bricks daily, to twerk five mo'
Ya see the Cadillac swervin' down Road
On the bird in Cali, fuckin' Hollywood hos
On a and half with my partner Young Dro Dro
Bumpin' Goodie Mob Soul Food fo'
Other rappers', old dudes, dudes I'm a pro
With a loaded fo' fo' and a brick of blow
(Hey), nigga, don't you hit me 'less you six or mo'
My twenty-four glistenin', and my 808 kickin'

I like my down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let
If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black

I like my beat down low and my top let
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let
If ya sit high and ya windows pitch black

I the crown down under, man, somebody better tell 'em
'For I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody
I got some bitches in a Benz and my partners in the
And now we Giovanni's and Asani's on Pirellis
If ya ever think ya tryin' to run up on me, just it
The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and ya shredded
Pistol way in the truck, and my on tuck
Ya he ain't gettin' stuck, you got life fucked up
A couple stiches in ya hip will ya night fucked up
Will he Will he die? Guess he might luck up
Meanwhile, I'm my Ferarri like a light for a buck
Against Lamborghini Gallardo every I get a car

I like my beat low and my top let back
Can see me twenty-fours with a chopper in the back
Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya sit high and ya windows pitch black

I like my beat low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours a chopper in the back
Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit and ya windows pitch black