Luyện nghe bài hát Cup Up Top Down

[Hook x2: Bangz]
I hold my cup up, I let my top
And I look they pourin' up now
Say shout out to them Texas niggas, niggas
I do this for Texas, nigga

[Verse 1: Kirko
Bitch, I ya talkin'
You about shit, then take that off
Fake ass gotta lay down
H-Town, now a nigga can't play that off
Niggas came to the city, stole from the city
Hoes the city like "play that song"
These rap know I'm the new nigga
But no nigga put Kirko on
Bitches I'm 'bout it, man
Love the way that I that chrome
I be all in her man
Every bitch I fuck, I own
Uh, while you be tryna marry the
Ain't tryna burn, but this money I'm tryna bury

[Bridge: Kirko
Ooh, I'm on that purple stuff
Ho, I ain't 'bout to you up
Ooh, I'm sippin' on that stuff
Nigga, I 'bout to pour you up

[Verse 2:
When I hold my cup up, it's just lifting weights
Look like I'm instead of sippin' because this is an 8
I don't no soda, homie, I'd rather sip it straight
I'm an OG out screwed up clique
King of the Ghetto, is my name
I be rollin' on swangers with black paint on 'em
If it rain, still ain't gon' get a on 'em
I'm from Texas, you can how I talk
I'm from Texas, you can how I walk
wing dinner from Frenchy's
King of the ghetto, ain't been friendly
put eleven more ounces in me
Whenever you see me, my cup ain't
So many fifteens, so twelves, so many 6-5-9s
I'm bangin' so hard, else bangin'
But I give a fuck if they park by mine
I've got a thunder
I keep coughin' cause I thunder skunk
I've got the lightning dick, I thunder cunt
And I dare any one of y'all to mess with Texas
Texas fuck you up

[Hook: Kirko

3: Paul Wall]
First they steal your lighter, then they steal your
Fat Pat is my idol, got twenty bands on my smile
Forgot to pay they homage, they reuse and recycle
Man, lie so much that they don't know the truth
But swear to God on the Bible
I don't know they do that at
But it damn sure in Texas
Ridin' in the down 45, I-10 is my exit
I do this for the city, swangin'
I've got wood in my Leffries
C is the greatest
Motherfucker, talkin' down is a death
Codeine is my fetish - pourin' up is a way of
stealer, Jerome Bettis
You sipper ain't drakin' it right
8 or all, a day in the life
trunk, and array of lights
They used to say was local shit
Now drinkin' muddy Sprite
up...

[Verse 4: Thug]
I rep for Texas,
You respect us, nigga
We got ya sippin' out them white cups like Texas
Got ya shinin' diamond grills like them niggas
Rappers screwed up and chopped like them niggas
You get the message, nigga? So chop checks up with us
Them broads be tryna get us, cause know we them niggas
She love my Texas swag, and how I it G
Let her roll in the slab, she wanna be with me
I tell her pay that fee, it's with me, mane
Extended, bitch, in Texas, ain't no sippin' with me,
Still drippin' candy stains, got that drink by the
I'm a Texas nigga, what we do Kurt Cobain