Luyện nghe bài hát Top Down

1]
Uh, sent ya girl a of it, she was smokin' on my new shit
Look like she ain't had no on
Then I said, "Let me my phone"
Ooh, girl, you know you
She was naked in my direct
Lips were sexy, I can not it
I got a show in town, baby girl, you on my list
It goes down in the DM, like, you send it
I got a fetish, baby girl, my wallets stretchin'
I got some 'Rari fever, niggas'll never catch it
I got a bag in my bitch Lexus
I told her not to it, I send my homies to get it
Seven back-to-back Corvettes Jess is on the set
Her shit is wet, it's makin' fuckin' sound effects
And we ain't in the crib, yeah, I'm tryin' to roll up
She blowin' like a sobriety
Dropped the album, I up a check
I'm what 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, just pull up over here and me that
Nice dress, up out it
You was it, now show me that you 'bout it
I ain't talkin' 'bout no internet
She subtweetin' ever she got it
Now she sayin' she live without it
Her boyfriend houndin', to unlock her phone
She walked in, him in condom
He sent messages and she scream
Shorty, it down, I roll up
I drive them low-riders the town
Seven Cadillacs in front of the Jet Lounge
Where the cash at? That's what your dog
Rosé champagne, yellow crowns
them glasses up for the ones who stayed down
Celebrate because we all paid now, you know it 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