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 you to the tip top baby

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

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

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

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

Let it cook and I pop like
You thirsty niggas cant 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
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 that the is out
And we gon do it they kickin us out
Cause is hip hop baby
Im fin to take you to the tip top

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

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

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

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

Id like 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 your girl that the is out
And we gon do it till kickin us out
Cause this is hip hop
Im fin to you to the tip top baby

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

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

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 your girl that the 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