Luyện nghe bài hát Announcement

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

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

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

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

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 lets make babies

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

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

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

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

Baby, youre like, what the fuck? There is no
Valet crushed my Rolls so I bought another
Sorry Mr. William moved out the
Spot to the top, fifty with was the ceiling

Slow son, youre killin em, well funded it was not
to shitty 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 bitties from ugly to pretty
I was the magician mesmerize em, made em
My dick is a Blow Pop baby
And it gets stiffer than some Botox

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

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

And tell girl that the tickets is out
And we gon do it till they us out
Cause 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 fifth of
Ill probably go to for, naw that aint me
I style crazy and act Jay-Z

The black Kojak, I get money and mo stacks
The rap photographer, the way the stop
say, Are you a philosopher?
Yeah yeah, I on top of ya Uh!

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

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 take you to the tip top