Luyện nghe bài hát Top Back (Remix)

Creme de la creme homie, top shelf ya
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, 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 ya beat down 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

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 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 hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black

I'm the man in my city, ain't nobody wit' me
You can ask the niggas and all the bad bitches
I'm a known drug dealer; I have fifties
And the and the killers was all in class wit' me
on twenty-sixes, watchin' some television
Shorty, I'm slippin', got the berretta in vision
And ready to pop the in, ready to get to trippin'
Ready to these folks a celebrity pistol whippin'
Pimp the automobile, and the roof for the tag missin'
try to pursue 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 seen me before I had
Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and they have children
Hope he got some insurance 'cause I definitely have some
Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to
Still my wet pet drippin' while I'm grippin'

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 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 got this Squad Click; I know you heard about us
Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't 'bout much
On this 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 estimation thought a star wouldn't bust
I got the heart and the guts on perp I blow
Move ten bricks daily, tryin' to five mo'
Ya see the Cadillac swervin' Hollywood Road
On the flyest bird in Cali, fuckin' hos
On a pill and with my partner 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 quarter brick of
(Hey), nigga, you hit me 'less you buyin' six or mo'
My blades glistenin', and my 808 kickin'

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

I my beat down 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

I wear the crown down under, man, better tell 'em
'For I spit a rounds and have everybody bailin'
I got some bitches in a and my partners in the Chevy
And now we ridin' Giovanni's and on Pirellis
If ya think ya tryin' to run up on me, just forget it
The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya
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 have ya night fucked up
Will he live? Will he die? Guess he might up
Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferarri like a for a buck
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 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 windows black