Luyện nghe bài hát Top Down

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

2]
Girl, I ain't got no Snapchat, pull up over here and give me that
dress, come up out it
You was talkin' it, now show me you 'bout it
I ain't talkin' no internet nonsense
She ever since she got it
Now she sayin' she can't without it
Her boyfriend houndin', tried to unlock her
She in, caught him in condom
He sent apology and she scream
Shorty, it down, I roll up
I drive them low-riders through the
Seven Cadillacs in front of the Jet Lounge
Where the cash at? what your dog found
Rosé champagne, Rollie crowns
Hold them glasses up for the ones who stayed
Celebrate because we all now, you know 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