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 niggas, Texas niggas
I do shit for Texas, nigga

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

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

[Verse 2:
When I hold my cup up, it's like lifting weights
Look like I'm chewin' instead of sippin' because is an 8
I don't want no soda, homie, I'd rather sip it
I'm an OG out that up clique
of the Ghetto, this 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 Texas, you can tell how I talk
I'm Texas, you can tell how I walk
wing dinner from Frenchy's
King of the ghetto, ain't never been
put eleven more ounces in me
Whenever you see me, my cup empty
So many fifteens, so many twelves, so many
I'm bangin' so hard, else bangin'
But I don't give a fuck if they park by
I've got a trunk
I keep coughin' cause I thunder skunk
got the lightning dick, I need thunder cunt
And I dare any one of y'all niggas to mess Texas
gon' fuck you up

[Hook: Kirko

[Verse 3: Paul
First they steal your lighter, they steal your style
Fat Pat is my idol, I've got twenty on my smile
Forgot to pay they homage, they just and recycle
Man, they lie so much that don't know the truth
But they'll swear to God on the
I don't know they do that at
But it damn sure ain't in
Ridin' in the 'Lac 45, I-10 is my exit
I do this shit for the city,
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, a day in the life
trunk, and array of lights
They used to say this was local
Now everywhere muddy Sprite
up...

[Verse 4: Slim
I rep for Texas,
You gon' respect us,
We got ya out them white cups like Texas niggas
Got ya shinin' diamond grills like them niggas
Rappers screwed up and chopped like them Texas
You get the message, nigga? So some 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 in the slab, she wanna be seen with me
I tell her pay that fee, it's pimpin' me, mane
Extended, bitch, in Texas, ain't no sippin' with me,
Still drippin' candy stains, got drink by the pane
I'm a Texas nigga, what we do Kurt Cobain