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 you to the tip top baby

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Baby, youre like, what the There is no other
crushed my Rolls so quickly I bought another
Sorry Mr. moved out the building
Spot to the top, feet with was the ceiling

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

Now all the little bitties from ugly to
I was the magician em, made em listen
My dick is like a Pop baby
And it gets stiffer than some Botox

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

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

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

As I sit back, with Chicago on my back
Unzip the backpack, pull out a of Jack
Ill go to jail for, naw that aint me
I style crazy and act like

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

Everybody Id to announce
you hands up when we in the house
Yeah, this is hip hop
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 you to the tip top baby