Luyện nghe bài hát Top Down Money Up

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

Top down, money up, stay on the grind (grind)
Top down, up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)
Top down, money up, gotta stay on the (grind)
Gotta stay on the grind homie, gotta stay on the homie (for real)
Top down, money up, gotta on the grind (grind)
Top down, up, gotta 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 shottie 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, she Mr. Miyagi the body - wax on, wax off
I'm a player, don't play so up above me
All this vegetation I'm makin, I bet ya say that hungry
Jenny Craig for my bread, my wallet lookin so
Got that cake, got 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 back of that
And I keep these broads goin crazy, talk so much smack on my
Because I'm a mack/Mac like your so tell 'em that on iChat
Uh, you should mind your bidness here, you should mind your dear
All this money I'ma get this year, that mean your money gon'
Ain't no women here, ain't no women strippin here?
Wait till they see my whip appear, that's what I call whip
the Barack O-baller, I know she tryna holler
Roll her number on a dollar but I just want the dollar
I hope it's not daughter, cause I'm probably not gon' call her
Universal Republic, yeah I'm the shot that's in your
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 and tell 'em that you won't be rollin no mo'
Some want some in the ruler and his first statement "You suck"
Musical chairs, see the chopper, gon' a goose, you duck
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 confidence and how I wreck the
down in front of me, I hope you got some 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 back to haters
I promise I pull the baddest broad in stew to her
I'm true to paper and pretty ones always to paper
Nah I ain't got to love her, Texas I got ya
They tryna be all on the D so I'm bout to out the rubbers
Got a ghetto that I know that'll sock a soccer mother
And after that probably go to her house and sock her
I showed the underground how to attract the bills
But I got some haters in the that want me to keep it real
that the kid went commercial to get a deal
You a clown, need to go do commercials for happy
They ain't heard my voice in a minute so the ladies say they been 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 they the best but words are not impressive
Lames know I burn money, I'ma show you how to melt a stack
First I'ma go hit the bank, then hit Harlem Nights after
know I've been on the grind in every city that's on the map
Looked down at the welcome mat and noticed it "Welcome back"

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