Luyện nghe bài hát Announcement

Im fin to you to the tip top baby
Im fin to take you to the tip top
Im fin to take you to the tip top

Everybody Id to announce
Throw you hands up when we in the
Yeah, this is hip hop
Im fin to take you to the tip top

And tell girl that the tickets is out
And we gon do it till kickin us out
Cause is hip hop baby
Im fin to you to the tip top baby

Live from the South Side one
Hide your gun, representing Chi-Town to the
Raps or bullets, see rappers, they be duckin
When Com be buckin in the kitchen,

On the sink, got my mama a
Think is the link, thought the game was extinct
Lay there, them jeans is as slim as
Brought em back from the 80s, now make some babies

paid off so Lincoln paid me
No we can push whips than slavery
Alex Haley and this rap shit, my roots is
You heard the is you, yeah I know whats beef

Let it cook and I pop grease
You niggas cant stop my feast, uh
I love her, she be needin the dick
When it come to hip hop its me and my bitch, uh

Everybody Id to announce
Throw you up when we in the house
Yeah, is hip hop baby
Im fin to take you to the tip top

And your girl that the tickets is out
And we gon do it they kickin us out
Cause is hip hop baby
Im fin to you to the tip top baby

Baby, youre like, what the fuck? is no other
Valet crushed my Rolls so quickly I another
Mr. William moved out the building
Spot to the top, fifty feet was the ceiling

Slow down son, youre killin em, funded it was not
to shitty deals, reminiscing give me chills
When Puff was Biggie, Versace on every niggie
The backpacker copped the Porsche and drove to his

Now all the little bitties ugly to pretty
I was the mesmerize em, made em listen
My is like a Blow Pop baby
And it gets stiffer some Botox baby

But out baby and show me you aint gon act right
And Ill be pedaling backwards like a bike
She aint know the Casio a hundred
Its been two years since I it, now all the rappers want it, what?

Everybody Id like to
Throw you hands up when we in the
Yeah, is hip hop baby
Im fin to you to the tip top baby

And your girl that the tickets is out
And we gon do it they kickin us out
Cause this is hip hop
Im fin to take you to the tip top

As I sit back, with Chicago on my back
Unzip the backpack, pull out a fifth of
Ill probably go to jail for, naw aint me
I style and act like Jay-Z

The Kojak, I get money and want mo stacks
The rap photographer, the way the flow
Broads say, Are you a
Yeah yeah, I on top of ya Uh!

Id like to announce
Throw you hands up we in the house
Yeah, this is hip hop
Im fin to you to the tip top baby

And tell your girl the tickets is out
And we gon do it till kickin us out
Cause this is hip hop
Im fin to take you to the tip top