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

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

I from lobby to lobby and the shottie ridin beside me
I bet that shottie go if you tryin to rob me
No, that's a hottie, she tuggin on me like a dolly
Black on my tires, while she Mr. Miyagi the body - wax on, wax off
I'm a player, don't so play up above 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 cream, the fat one say that 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 that Pimp C on back of that
And I keep these goin crazy, talk so much smack on my tracks
Because I'm a mack/Mac like your laptop so tell 'em on iChat
Uh, you mind your bidness here, you should mind your bidness dear
All this money I'ma get this year, that mean your money gon'
Ain't no women strippin here, ain't no women here?
till they 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 want the dollar
I hope it's not your daughter, I'm probably not gon' call her
Universal Republic, yeah I'm the shot that's in your
Yeah I'm reloading homie, the pistol 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 solo
Shake off complainers and tell 'em that you won't be no mo'
Some some in the ruler and his first statement said "You suck"
Musical chairs, see the chopper, gon' a goose, you duck
Texas used to be screwed up but you ain't us, you fool us
Got a problem with 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 hand on the trigger, the fakeness about in peace
Actin just 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 I pull the baddest broad in stew to bake her
I'm true to paper and pretty always glued to paper
Nah I ain't got to love her, I got ya covered
They be all on the D so I'm bout to pull out the rubbers
Got a ghetto that I know that'll sock a soccer mother
And after that probably go to her house and her mother
I showed the underground how to the dollars bills
But I got some haters in the city that me to keep it real
Sayin that the kid went commercial to get a
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, Fort Worth, San Antonio, Killeen, Austin and Tyler
Like Biggie "Rub on your breasts", remove your clothes, you don't need your dresses
A lotta people say they the best but their words are not
know that I burn money, I'ma show you how to melt a stack
First go hit the bank, then hit Harlem Nights after that
They know I've been on the grind in city that's on the map
Looked at the welcome mat and noticed it said "Welcome back"

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