Luyện nghe bài hát Top Back

Creme de la homie, top shelf ya know
I like my beat down low, down low, down low, down low, low, down low, down low
I like my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let
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

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

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 and ya windows pitch black

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

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

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

I like my beat 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 got this Pimp Squad Click; I know you about us
Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't 'bout much
On glock I clutch
In God I trust, if a punk start, bet his heart I bust
Got ya and the broad in ya car fucked up
What ya under thought a star 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 in Cali, fuckin' Hollywood hos
On a and half with my partner Young Dro Dro
Bumpin' Goodie Mob Food number fo'
Other rappers', old dudes, dudes I'm a pro
With a loaded fo' fo' and a quarter of blow
(Hey), nigga, you hit me 'less you buyin' six or mo'
My blades glistenin', and my 808 kickin'

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

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

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

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