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 it's got a 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, money up, stay on the grind (grind)
stay on the grind homie, gotta stay on the grind homie (for real)
Top down, money up, gotta on the grind (grind)
Top down, money up, gotta on the grind (grind)
Top down, money up, stay on the grind (grind)
Gotta stay on the (grind), gotta go and get mine homie

I move from lobby to and the shottie ridin beside me
I bet that shottie go if you tryin to rob me
No, that's probably a hottie, she tuggin on me a dolly
Black Magic on my tires, while she Mr. the body - wax on, wax off
I'm a player, don't play so 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 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 Pimp C on of that 'Llac
And I keep broads 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 should mind your here, you should mind your bidness dear
All this money I'ma get this year, that your money gon' disappear
Ain't no women strippin here, no women strippin here?
Wait till they see my whip appear, that's 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 call her
Universal Republic, I'm the shot that's in your revolver
I'm reloading homie, the pistol holder's on me
And you know I'm to you know who cause you know you're phoney
It's lonely at the top but I like solo
Shake off complainers and tell 'em that you be rollin 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 When, where, how, who, what?
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 hand on the trigger, the about rest in peace
just like my publicist, I think I'm bout to press release
The mover, you the shaker, I'm the realest, you the
Chamillinators, then I'm back to rebuking haters
I promise I pull the broad in stew to bake her
I'm true to paper and pretty ones glued to paper
Nah I ain't got to her, Texas 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 know sock a soccer mother
And that 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 city that me to keep it real
Sayin the kid went commercial to get a deal
You a clown, need to go do for happy meals
They ain't heard my voice in a minute so the ladies say been gettin restless
Dallas, Worth, San Antonio, Killeen, Austin and Tyler Texas
Like Biggie "Rub on your 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, show you how to melt a stack
First I'ma go hit the bank, then hit Nights after that
They know I've on the grind in every city that's on the map
Looked at the welcome mat and noticed it said "Welcome back"

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