Luyện nghe bài hát Top Back (Remix)

Creme de la creme homie, top shelf ya
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, down low, down low, down low, 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

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

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

I like my 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 rims sit high and ya windows pitch

I like my beat down low and my top let
Can see me ridin' 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 this Pimp Squad I know you heard about us
Young niggaz filthy rich, and we worried 'bout much
On this glock I
In God I trust, if a punk nigga start, bet his heart I
Got ya and the broad in ya car fucked up
What ya under estimation thought a star 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 Hollywood
On the bird in Cali, fuckin' Hollywood hos
On a pill and with my partner Young Dro Dro
Goodie Mob Soul Food number fo'
Other rappers', old dudes, told I'm a pro
a loaded fo' fo' and a quarter 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 ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch

I my beat down 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 rims sit and ya windows pitch black

I wear the down under, man, somebody better tell 'em
'For I spit a hundred and have everybody bailin'
I got bitches in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy
And now we ridin' Giovanni's and Asani's on
If ya ever think ya to run up on me, just forget it
The clip in the long as ya leg and leave ya shredded
way in the truck, and my knife on tuck
Ya think he gettin' stuck, you got life fucked up
A couple stiches in ya hip will ya night fucked up
Will he live? Will he die? Guess he might up
Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferarri like a light for a
Against Lamborghini Gallardo every I get a car

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

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