Luyện nghe bài hát Cup Up Top Down

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

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

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

[Verse 2:
I hold my cup up, it's just like lifting weights
Look like I'm instead of sippin' because this is an 8
I don't want no soda, homie, I'd sip it straight
I'm an OG out that screwed up
of the Ghetto, this is my name
I be on swangers with candy black paint on 'em
If it rain, still ain't gon' get a on 'em
I'm from Texas, you can tell how I
I'm from Texas, you can how I walk
Six-piece dinner from Frenchy's
King of the ghetto, ain't never friendly
Just put eleven 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 give a fuck if they park by mine
I've got a thunder
I keep coughin' cause I smoke thunder
I've got the lightning dick, I thunder cunt
And I dare any one of niggas to mess with Texas
Texas gon' you up

Kirko Bangz]

[Verse 3: Wall]
First steal your lighter, then they steal your style
Fat Pat is my idol, I've got bands on my smile
Forgot to pay they homage, they just reuse and
Man, they lie so much that they don't the truth
But swear to God on the Bible
I don't where they do that at
But it sure ain't in Texas
Ridin' in the 'Lac 45, I-10 is my exit
I do shit 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 - up is a way of life
Legend stealer, Jerome
You punk sipper ain't 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 gon' respect us,
We got ya sippin' out white cups like Texas niggas
Got ya shinin' diamond grills like Texas niggas
Rappers up and chopped like them Texas niggas
You get the message, So chop some checks up with us
Them broads be get us, cause they know we them niggas
She my Texas swag, and how I keep it G
Let her roll in the slab, she wanna be with me
I tell her pay that fee, pimpin' with me, mane
Extended, bitch, in Texas, ain't no sippin' with me,
Still drippin' stains, got that drink by the pane
Cause I'm a Texas nigga, we do Kurt Cobain