Luyện nghe bài hát Top Down Money Up

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

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

I move from lobby to lobby and the ridin beside me
I bet that shottie go if you tryin to rob me
No, probably a hottie, she tuggin on me like a dolly
Magic on my tires, while she Mr. Miyagi the body - wax on, wax off
I'm a player, play so play up above me
All vegetation I'm makin, I bet ya say that you're hungry
Jenny Craig for my bread, my wallet lookin so
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 right back on my
And it still say R.I.P. to Pimp C on back of that 'Llac
And I keep these broads goin crazy, 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 bidness
All this money I'ma get this year, that mean your gon' disappear
Ain't no women here, ain't no women 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 not gon' call her
Republic, yeah I'm the shot that's in your revolver
Yeah I'm homie, the pistol holder's on me
And you know I'm to you know who cause you know you're phoney
It's at the top but I like ridin 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"
Musical chairs, see the chopper, gon' beat a goose, you
Texas used to be screwed up but you ain't us, you can't us
Got a problem with Koopa? When, where, how, who,
He said he hate my and how I wreck the beat
Talkin down in front of me, I hope you got some teeth
I got my on the trigger, the fakeness 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 back to haters
I promise I pull the baddest broad in to bake her
I'm true to and pretty ones always glued to paper
Nah I ain't got to her, Texas I got ya covered
They tryna be all on the D so I'm bout to pull out the
Got a ghetto chick that I know sock a soccer mother
And after probably 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 it real
Sayin that the kid went commercial to get a
You a clown, need to go do commercials for happy
They heard my voice in a minute so the ladies say they been gettin restless
Dallas, Fort Worth, San Antonio, Killeen, and Tyler Texas
Like Biggie said "Rub on breasts", remove 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 been on the grind in every city that's on the map
down at the welcome mat and noticed it said "Welcome back"

Ho, all this applause for me? I appreciate it, you, thank you
I don't need no birthday though, I got enough cake
I'm on you boy, yeah, you what it is, Koopa