Luyện nghe bài hát Top Back

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

I'm the man in my city, ain't nobody wit' me
You can ask the real and all the bad bitches
I'm a known drug dealer; I always have
And the thugs and the was all in class wit' me
SS's on twenty-sixes, some television
Shorty, I'm slippin', got the berretta in vision
And to pop the clip in, ready to get to trippin'
Ready to show folks a celebrity pistol whippin'
Pimp stolen' the automobile, and the roof for the tag
Polices try to pursue me; it's nothin' but
Addicted to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my children
Think I'm bad now, you should a seen me I had children
Give to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta have children
he got some insurance 'cause I definitely have some endurance
Kill her in and drive her ass to Missouri
Still my wet pet drippin' I'm woodgrain grippin'

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 high and ya pitch black

I my beat 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 high and ya windows black

I got this Pimp Squad Click; I know you heard us
Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't worried much
On glock I clutch
In God I trust, if a punk nigga start, bet his heart I
Got ya partners and the in ya car fucked up
ya under estimation thought a star wouldn't bust
I got the and the guts on this perp I blow
ten bricks daily, tryin' to twerk five mo'
Ya see the swervin' down Hollywood Road
On the flyest bird in Cali, Hollywood hos
On a and half with my partner Young Dro Dro
Bumpin' Goodie Mob Soul Food 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 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 rims sit 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 rims sit high and ya pitch black

I wear the crown down under, man, better tell 'em
'For I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody
I got bitches in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy
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 long as ya leg and leave ya shredded
way in the truck, and my knife on tuck
Ya think he gettin' stuck, you got life fucked up
A couple stiches in ya hip will ya night fucked up
he live? Will he die? Guess he might luck up
Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferarri a light for a buck
Against Lamborghini every time I get a car

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

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