Luyện nghe bài hát Top Back

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

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 sit high and ya windows pitch black

I like my down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' 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'm the man in my city, ain't nobody wit' me
You can ask the real niggas and all the bad
I'm a known drug dealer; I always have
And the and the killers was all in class wit' me
SS's on twenty-sixes, some television
Shorty, I'm never slippin', got the berretta in
And ready to pop the clip in, to get to trippin'
Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol
Pimp stolen' the automobile, and the for the tag missin'
Polices try to me; it's nothin' but gas-given
Addicted to livin', yes, I'm one of my dad's children
Think I'm bad now, you a seen me before I had children
Give dick to ya daughter and they oughta have children
Hope he got some insurance 'cause I definitely have some
Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to
Still my wet pet while I'm woodgrain grippin'

I like my down 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 rims sit and ya windows pitch black

I like my beat 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 this Pimp Squad Click; I know you heard us
Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't 'bout much
On glock I clutch
In God I trust, if a punk nigga start, bet his I bust
Got ya and the broad in ya car fucked up
What ya under thought a star wouldn't bust
I got the heart and the guts on this perp I
Move ten bricks daily, tryin' to five mo'
Ya see the swervin' down Hollywood Road
On the flyest bird in Cali, fuckin' hos
On a pill and half with my Young Dro Dro
Bumpin' Mob Soul Food number fo'
Other rappers', old dudes, dudes I'm a pro
With a 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 my beat 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 low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the
Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya sit high and ya windows pitch black

I wear the crown 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 ridin' Giovanni's and on Pirellis
If ya ever think ya to run up on me, just forget it
The in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya shredded
Pistol way in the truck, and my on tuck
Ya think he gettin' stuck, you got life fucked up
A couple stiches in ya hip have ya night fucked up
Will he live? Will he Guess he might luck up
Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferarri like a for a buck
Against Lamborghini Gallardo every I get a car

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 ridin' twenty-fours with a in the back
Ya like ya hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit and ya windows pitch black