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 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, up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)
Top down, up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)
Gotta stay on the grind homie, gotta stay on the homie (for real)
Top down, money up, gotta stay on the (grind)
Top down, money up, gotta stay on the (grind)
Top down, up, gotta stay on the grind (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 on me like a dolly
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 this vegetation I'm makin, I bet ya say you're hungry
Jenny Craig for my bread, my wallet lookin so
Got that cake, got that cream, the fat one say that she 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 back of that
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 that on
Uh, you should mind your here, you should mind your bidness dear
All this I'ma get this year, that mean your money gon' disappear
Ain't no women here, ain't no women strippin here?
Wait till see my whip 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 really just the dollar
I hope it's not your daughter, I'm probably not gon' call her
Republic, yeah I'm the shot that's in your revolver
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 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 ruler and his statement said "You suck"
Musical chairs, see the chopper, beat a goose, you duck
Texas used to be screwed up but you us, you can't fool us
Got a problem 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 special 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 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 tryna be all on the D so I'm to pull out the rubbers
Got a ghetto chick that I know that'll a soccer mother
And after probably go to her house and sock her mother
I showed the underground how to attract the bills
But I got haters in the city that want me to keep it real
Sayin the kid went commercial to get a deal
You a clown, to go do commercials for happy meals
They ain't heard my voice in a minute so the ladies say they been gettin
Dallas, Fort Worth, San Antonio, Killeen, Austin and Tyler
Like Biggie said "Rub on your breasts", remove your clothes, you don't your dresses
A lotta people say they the best but their 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 in every city that's on the map
Looked down at the 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 cake though, I got cake
I'm on you boy, yeah, you know what it is,