Luyện nghe bài hát Top Down

1]
Uh, sent ya a post of it, she was smokin' on my new shit
Look she ain't had no clothes on
I said, "Let me check my phone"
Ooh, girl, you you wrong
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 fetish, baby girl, my wallets stretchin'
I got some 'Rari fever, broke niggas'll catch it
I got a Goyard bag in my 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 soakin' wet, it's makin' fuckin' sound
And we even in the crib, yeah, I'm tryin' to roll up
She blowin' like a test
the album, I picked up a check
I'm wonderin' what I'm a buy
Gainin' momentum, haters 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,

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Girl, I ain't got no Snapchat, just pull up over here and me that
Nice dress, up out it
You was talkin' it, now me that you 'bout it
I talkin' 'bout no internet nonsense
She subtweetin' since she got it
Now she sayin' she can't live it
Her boyfriend houndin', tried to her phone
She in, caught him in condom
He sent apology messages and she
Shorty, it down, I roll up
I drive them through the town
Seven Cadillacs sittin' in of the Jet Lounge
Where the cash at? That's what your dog
champagne, yellow Rollie crowns
Hold them 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