Luyện nghe bài hát Top Down Money Up

Yeeeeaaah, up in the sky
It's not a bird, not a plane
It's one of them little Batman things
Except it's got a in it
Chamillitary, get it, ye-yeah!

Top down, money up, gotta stay on the (grind)
Top down, up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)
Top down, money up, gotta on the grind (grind)
Gotta stay on the grind homie, gotta on the grind homie (for real)
Top down, up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)
Top down, money up, stay on the grind (grind)
Top down, up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)
Gotta stay on the grind (grind), gotta go and get homie

I move from lobby to lobby and the shottie ridin me
I bet that shottie go if you tryin to rob me
No, that's a hottie, she tuggin on me like a dolly
Black Magic on my tires, she Mr. Miyagi the body - wax on, wax off
I'm a player, don't play so play up me
All vegetation I'm makin, I bet ya say that you're hungry
Jenny Craig for my bread, my wallet lookin so
Got cake, got that cream, the fat one say that she love me
I'ma put the city on my back, I put it right back on my back
And it still say R.I.P. to that C on back of that 'Llac
And I keep these goin crazy, talk so much smack on my tracks
Because I'm a mack/Mac like your laptop so tell 'em that on
Uh, you mind your bidness here, you should mind your bidness dear
All this money I'ma get this year, that mean your money disappear
Ain't no women here, ain't no women strippin here?
Wait till they see my whip appear, that's what I call appeal
It's the Barack O-baller, I she tryna holler
Roll her number on a dollar but I really want the dollar
I hope it's not your daughter, cause I'm not gon' call her
Republic, yeah I'm the shot that's in your revolver
Yeah I'm reloading homie, the holder's on me
And you know I'm talkin to you know who cause you know phoney
It's lonely at the top but I like solo
Shake off complainers and tell 'em that you won't be no mo'
Some want some in the ruler and his first statement "You suck"
chairs, see the chopper, gon' beat a goose, you duck
Texas used to be screwed up but you ain't us, you can't us
Got a problem Koopa? When, where, how, who, what?
He he hate my confidence and how I wreck the beat
Talkin down in of me, I hope you got some special teeth
I got my on the trigger, the fakeness about rest in peace
Actin just like my publicist, I think I'm bout to press
The mover, you the shaker, I'm the realest, you the
Chamillinators, fact then I'm back to rebuking
I promise I pull the baddest in stew to bake her
I'm true to paper and ones always glued to paper
Nah I got to love her, Texas I got ya covered
They tryna be all on the D so I'm bout to out the rubbers
Got a ghetto that I know that'll sock a soccer mother
And after that go to her house and sock her mother
I showed the how to attract the dollars bills
But I got some haters in the city that want me to keep it
Sayin that the kid went commercial to get a
You a clown, need to go do commercials for meals
They heard my voice in a minute so the ladies say they been gettin restless
Dallas, Fort Worth, San Antonio, Killeen, Austin and Texas
Like Biggie said "Rub on your breasts", remove your clothes, you don't need dresses
A lotta people say they the but their words are not impressive
Lames know that I burn money, I'ma you how to melt a stack
First I'ma go hit the bank, then hit Nights after that
They know I've been on the grind in every city on the map
Looked at the welcome mat and noticed it said "Welcome back"

Ho, all applause for me? I appreciate it, thank you, thank you
I need no birthday cake though, I got enough cake
I'm on you boy, yeah, you know what it is,