Luyện nghe bài hát Top Down

1]
Uh, ya girl a post of it, she was smokin' on my new shit
Look like she had no clothes on
I said, "Let me check my phone"
Ooh, girl, you know you
She was in my direct message
Lips were sexy, I can not it
I got a show in town, girl, you on my guest list
It goes in the DM, like, you gotta send it
I got a paper fetish, girl, my wallets stretchin'
I got some 'Rari fever, broke niggas'll catch it
I got a Goyard bag in my bitch
I told her not to catch it, I my homies to get it
Seven Corvettes when Jess is on the set
Her shit is soakin' wet, it's makin' fuckin' effects
And we ain't even in the crib, yeah, I'm tryin' to up
She blowin' like a sobriety
the album, I picked up a check
I'm wonderin' what I'm a buy
Gainin' momentum, payin' attention
But I ain't trippin', my next step

Shit, I had my top down, let 'em see in
Top down, let 'em see in
Shit, I put my top down, let you see in
Top down, let you see in,

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Girl, I ain't got no Snapchat, just pull up here and give me that
Nice dress, up out it
You was talkin' it, now show me you 'bout it
I ain't talkin' no internet nonsense
She subtweetin' ever she got it
Now she sayin' she can't live it
Her boyfriend houndin', to unlock her phone
She walked in, him in condom
He sent apology and she scream
Shorty, it goes down, I up
I them low-riders through the town
Seven Cadillacs sittin' in of the Jet Lounge
Where the at? That's what your dog found
champagne, yellow Rollie crowns
Hold them glasses up for the ones who down
Celebrate because we all paid now, you it goes down

I had my top down, let you see in
Top down, let you see in
Yeah, I put my top down, let you see in
Put my op down, let you see in