Luyện nghe bài hát Top Back

Creme de la creme homie, top shelf ya
I like my beat low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low
I my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let back
Ay holla if ya like ya beat down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, low, down low
I my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let back

Ay holla if ya like ya beat down low, down low, down low, low, down low, down low, down low
I like my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let

I like my beat low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a in the back
Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit and ya windows pitch black

I like my down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the
Ya like ya hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black

I'm the man in my city, ain't fuckin' wit' me
You can ask the real niggas and all the bad
I'm a drug dealer; I always have fifties
And the and the killers was all in class wit' me
SS's on twenty-sixes, watchin' some
Shorty, I'm never slippin', got the berretta in
And ready to pop the in, ready to get to trippin'
Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol
stolen' the automobile, and the roof for the tag missin'
Polices try to pursue me; nothin' but gas-given
Addicted to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my dad's
Think I'm bad now, you should a me before I had children
Give dick to ya daddy's and they oughta have children
Hope he got some insurance 'cause I definitely have some
Kill her in and drive her ass to Missouri
Still my wet pet while I'm woodgrain grippin'

I like my beat down low and my top let
Can see me ridin' with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit and ya windows pitch black

I like my beat low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let
If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black

I got this Pimp Squad I know you heard about us
Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't worried 'bout
On this glock I
In God I trust, if a punk nigga start, bet his heart I
Got ya and the broad in ya car fucked up
What ya under estimation thought a wouldn't bust
I got the heart and the guts on this perp I
Move ten daily, tryin' to twerk five mo'
Ya see the swervin' down Hollywood Road
On the flyest bird in Cali, fuckin' hos
On a and half with my partner Young Dro Dro
Bumpin' Mob Soul Food number fo'
Other rappers', old dudes, dudes I'm a pro
With a fo' fo' and a quarter brick of blow
(Hey), nigga, don't you hit me you buyin' six or mo'
My twenty-four blades glistenin', and my 808

I my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black

I like my down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit and ya windows pitch black

I wear the down under, man, somebody better tell 'em
'For I spit a hundred rounds and have bailin'
I got some bitches in a Benz and my partners in the
And now we ridin' and Asani's on Pirellis
If ya think ya tryin' to run up on me, just forget it
The clip in the chopper as ya leg and leave ya shredded
Pistol way in the truck, and my knife on
Ya he ain't gettin' stuck, you got life fucked up
A couple stiches in ya hip have ya night fucked up
Will he live? Will he die? Guess he might up
Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferarri like a light for a
Against Lamborghini Gallardo every I get a car

I like my beat down low and my top let
Can see me twenty-fours with a chopper in the back
Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows black

I like my beat low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a in the back
Ya like ya hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch