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 symbol things
Except got a lizard in it
Chamillitary, get it, ye-yeah!

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

I move from to lobby and the shottie ridin beside me
I bet that go lollipop if you tryin to rob me
No, that's probably a hottie, she tuggin on me like a
Black Magic on my tires, while she Mr. 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 for my bread, my wallet 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 that Pimp C on 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 tell 'em on iChat
Uh, you should mind your here, you should mind your bidness dear
All money I'ma get this year, that mean your money gon' disappear
Ain't no women strippin here, ain't no women here?
Wait till they see my whip appear, what I call whip appeal
It's the O-baller, I know 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
Universal Republic, yeah I'm the shot in your revolver
Yeah I'm reloading homie, the holder's on me
And you know I'm talkin to you know who you know you're phoney
It's lonely at the top but I like ridin
Shake off and tell 'em that you won't be rollin no mo'
Some some in the ruler and his first statement said "You suck"
Musical chairs, see the chopper, beat a goose, you duck
Texas to be screwed up but you ain't us, you can't fool us
Got a with Koopa? When, where, how, who, what?
He said he 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 fakeness about in peace
Actin just like my publicist, I think I'm to press release
The mover, you the shaker, I'm the realest, you the
Chamillinators, fact then I'm back to haters
I I pull the baddest broad in stew to bake her
I'm true to paper and pretty ones always to paper
Nah I ain't got to love her, 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 that'll sock a mother
And after that probably go to her house and her mother
I showed the how to attract the dollars bills
But I got some haters in the city want me to keep it real
Sayin that the kid went commercial to get a
You a clown, need to go do commercials for happy
They ain't heard my voice in a minute so the ladies say been gettin restless
Dallas, Fort Worth, San Antonio, Killeen, Austin and Tyler
Like Biggie said "Rub on your breasts", remove your clothes, you don't need dresses
A lotta say they the best but their words are not impressive
Lames that I burn money, I'ma show you how to melt a stack
First I'ma go hit the bank, then hit Harlem 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 this applause for me? I it, thank you, thank you
I don't need no birthday though, I got enough cake
I'm on you boy, yeah, you know it is, Koopa