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

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

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