Luyện nghe bài hát Top Down Money Up

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

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

I move from lobby to lobby and the shottie ridin me
I bet that shottie go if you tryin to rob me
No, probably 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, play so play up above me
All this vegetation I'm makin, I bet ya say that hungry
Craig for my bread, my wallet lookin so pudgy
Got that cake, got cream, the fat one say that she love me
I'ma put the city on my back, I mean put it right on my back
And it still say R.I.P. to that Pimp C on of that 'Llac
And I keep these broads crazy, talk so much smack on my tracks
Because I'm a mack/Mac like laptop so tell 'em that on iChat
Uh, you should mind your bidness here, you should mind your dear
All this money I'ma get year, that mean your money gon' disappear
Ain't no women strippin here, ain't no strippin here?
Wait till they see my appear, that's what I call whip appeal
It's the O-baller, I know she tryna holler
Roll her number on a dollar but I just want the dollar
I hope it's not your daughter, cause I'm probably not gon' her
Universal Republic, yeah I'm the shot in your revolver
Yeah I'm reloading homie, the pistol on me
And you know I'm talkin to you know who cause you know phoney
lonely at the top but I like ridin solo
Shake off complainers and tell 'em you won't be rollin no mo'
Some want some in the and his first statement said "You suck"
Musical chairs, see the chopper, beat a goose, you duck
Texas used to be screwed up but you ain't us, you fool us
Got a problem with When, where, how, who, what?
He said he hate my confidence and how I the beat
Talkin down in front of me, I hope you got some special
I got my hand on the trigger, the fakeness about in peace
Actin just like my publicist, I think I'm bout to 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 ones always glued to paper
Nah I ain't got to love her, I got ya covered
They be all on the D so I'm bout to pull out the rubbers
Got a ghetto chick that I that'll sock a soccer mother
And after that probably go to her 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 commercial to get a deal
You a clown, need to go do commercials for happy
They ain't my voice in a minute so the ladies say they been gettin restless
Dallas, Worth, San Antonio, Killeen, Austin and Tyler Texas
Like Biggie said "Rub on your breasts", your clothes, you don't need your dresses
A lotta people say the best but their words are not impressive
Lames know that I burn money, I'ma show you how to a stack
First I'ma go hit the bank, then hit Harlem Nights after
They know I've been on the 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 it, thank you, thank you
I need no birthday cake though, I got enough cake
I'm on you boy, yeah, you what it is, Koopa