Luyện nghe bài hát Top Back (Remix)

Creme de la homie, top shelf ya know
I like my 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
Ay holla if ya like ya 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 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 ridin' with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let
If ya sit high and ya windows 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 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 dealer; I always have
And the thugs and the killers was all in class me
SS's on twenty-sixes, watchin' some
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 pistol whippin'
Pimp the automobile, and the roof for the tag missin'
Polices try to pursue me; it's but gas-given
Addicted to livin', yes, I'm one of my dad's children
I'm bad now, you should a seen me before I had children
Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and they have children
Hope he got some insurance 'cause I definitely have some
her in Mississippi 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 chopper in the
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 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 got Pimp Squad Click; I know you heard about us
Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't worried much
On this I clutch
In God I trust, if a punk nigga start, bet his heart I
Got ya and the broad in ya car fucked up
What ya under estimation a star wouldn't bust
I got the heart and the on this perp I blow
Move ten bricks daily, tryin' to twerk mo'
Ya see the swervin' down Hollywood Road
On the flyest in Cali, fuckin' Hollywood hos
On a pill and half with my Young Dro Dro
Bumpin' Mob Soul Food number fo'
rappers', old dudes, told dudes I'm a pro
With a loaded fo' fo' and a brick of blow
(Hey), nigga, don't you hit me you buyin' six or mo'
My twenty-four glistenin', and my 808 kickin'

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

I the crown down under, man, somebody 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' Giovanni's and on Pirellis
If ya ever ya tryin' to run up on me, just forget it
The clip in the 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 life up
A couple stiches in ya hip will have ya fucked up
Will he live? Will he die? Guess he luck up
Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferarri a light for a buck
Against Lamborghini Gallardo every I get a car

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 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 sit high and ya windows pitch black