Luyện nghe bài hát Cup Up Top Down

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

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

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

[Verse 2:
When I hold my cup up, it's just like lifting
Look like I'm chewin' instead of sippin' because is an 8
I don't want no soda, homie, I'd sip it straight
I'm an OG out screwed up clique
of the Ghetto, this is my name
I be rollin' on with candy black paint on 'em
If it rain, still gon' get a stain on 'em
I'm Texas, you can tell how I talk
I'm from Texas, you can tell how I
Six-piece wing dinner from
King of the ghetto, ain't never been
Just put more ounces in me
Whenever you see me, my cup empty
So many fifteens, so many twelves, so many
I'm bangin' so hard, everybody bangin'
But I don't give a fuck if they park by
I've got a thunder
I keep coughin' cause I smoke thunder
got the lightning dick, I need thunder cunt
And I dare any one of y'all niggas to mess Texas
Texas fuck you up

Kirko Bangz]

[Verse 3: Wall]
First they steal your lighter, then steal your style
Fat Pat is my idol, got twenty bands on my smile
Forgot to pay they homage, they just reuse and
Man, lie so much that they don't know the truth
But they'll swear to God on the
I don't know where they do at
But it damn ain't in Texas
Ridin' in the 'Lac down 45, is my exit
I do shit for the city, swangin'
got wood grain in my Leffries
Pimp C is the
Motherfucker, down is a death wish
Codeine is my fetish - pourin' up is a way of
stealer, Jerome Bettis
You punk sipper drakin' it right
8 or all, that's a day in the
Open trunk, and of lights
They to say this was local shit
Now everywhere muddy Sprite
up...

[Verse 4: Slim
I rep for Texas,
You respect us, nigga
We got ya sippin' out them cups like Texas niggas
Got ya diamond grills like them Texas niggas
Rappers screwed up and chopped them Texas niggas
You get the message, nigga? So chop checks up with us
Them be tryna get us, cause they 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, no sippin' with me, mane
Still drippin' candy stains, got that drink by the
I'm a Texas nigga, what we do Kurt Cobain