Luyện nghe bài hát Top Back

Creme de la homie, top shelf ya know
I like my beat down low, low, down low, down 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, down low, 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 my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' with a chopper in the back
Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya sit high and ya windows pitch black

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

I'm the man in my city, ain't nobody wit' me
You can ask the real niggas and all the bad
I'm a known dealer; I always have fifties
And the thugs and the killers was all in wit' me
SS's on twenty-sixes, some television
Shorty, I'm never slippin', got the in vision
And ready to pop the in, ready to get to trippin'
Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol
Pimp stolen' the automobile, and the roof for the tag
Polices try to me; it's nothin' but gas-given
Addicted to livin', yes, I'm one of my dad's children
Think I'm bad now, you should a me before I had children
dick to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta have children
Hope he got some 'cause I definitely have some endurance
Kill her in Mississippi and her ass to Missouri
Still my wet pet drippin' while I'm woodgrain

I like my beat down low and my top let
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 windows pitch

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 and ya windows pitch black

I got Pimp Squad Click; I know you heard about us
Young niggaz filthy rich, and we worried 'bout much
On glock I clutch
In God I trust, if a punk start, bet his heart I bust
Got ya partners and the in ya car fucked up
What ya under thought a star wouldn't bust
I got the heart and the guts on perp I blow
Move ten bricks daily, to twerk five mo'
Ya see the swervin' down Hollywood Road
On the flyest bird in Cali, fuckin' hos
On a pill and half my partner Young Dro Dro
Bumpin' Goodie Mob Food number fo'
Other rappers', old dudes, told I'm a pro
a loaded fo' fo' and a quarter brick of blow
(Hey), nigga, don't you hit me 'less you six or mo'
My blades glistenin', and my 808 kickin'

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 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 sit high and ya windows pitch black

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

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

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