Luyện nghe bài hát Top Back

Creme de la creme homie, top ya know
I like my beat down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, 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 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 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 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 down low and my top let
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours a chopper in the back
Ya like ya 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 fuckin' me
You can ask the real and all the bad bitches
I'm a known drug 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 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 the automobile, and the roof for the tag missin'
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 should a seen me before I had
Give dick to ya 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' I'm woodgrain grippin'

I like my beat down low and my top let
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 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 sit high and ya windows pitch black

I got this Pimp Squad Click; I you heard about us
Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't worried much
On glock I clutch
In God I trust, if a nigga 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 and the guts on this perp I blow
Move ten daily, tryin' to twerk five mo'
Ya see the Cadillac swervin' down Road
On the flyest bird in Cali, Hollywood hos
On a pill and half with my Young Dro Dro
Goodie Mob Soul Food number fo'
Other rappers', old dudes, told I'm a pro
With a loaded fo' fo' and a brick of blow
(Hey), nigga, don't you hit me 'less you six or mo'
My twenty-four blades glistenin', and my 808

I like my beat 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 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 wear the down under, man, somebody better tell 'em
'For I a hundred rounds and have everybody bailin'
I got bitches in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy
And now we ridin' Giovanni's and on Pirellis
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
Pistol way in the truck, and my knife on
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? Will he die? Guess he might up
Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferarri a light for a buck
Against Lamborghini Gallardo time I get a car

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

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