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

Top down, money up, gotta stay on the (grind)
Top down, money up, gotta on the grind (grind)
Top down, up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)
stay on the grind homie, gotta stay on the grind homie (for real)
Top down, money up, gotta stay on the (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 mine

I move from lobby to lobby and the shottie ridin me
I bet that shottie go if you tryin to rob me
No, that's probably a hottie, she 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 lookin so pudgy
Got that cake, got that cream, the fat one say that she me
I'ma put the on my back, I mean put it right back on my back
And it still say R.I.P. to that C on back of that 'Llac
And I keep these goin crazy, talk so much smack on my tracks
Because I'm a mack/Mac your laptop so tell 'em that on iChat
Uh, you mind your bidness here, you should mind your bidness dear
All this money I'ma get this year, mean your money gon' disappear
Ain't no women strippin here, ain't no women here?
Wait till they see my appear, that's what I call whip appeal
the Barack O-baller, I know she tryna holler
Roll her number on a dollar but I really just the dollar
I hope not your daughter, cause I'm probably not gon' call her
Universal Republic, yeah I'm the shot that's in your
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
lonely at the top but I like ridin solo
Shake off complainers and 'em that you won't be rollin no mo'
Some want some in the and his first statement said "You suck"
Musical chairs, see the chopper, gon' a goose, you duck
Texas used to be up but you ain't 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 you got some special teeth
I got my hand on the trigger, the fakeness rest 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, 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 love her, Texas I got ya
They tryna be all on the D so I'm bout to pull out the
Got a ghetto chick I know that'll 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 want me to keep it real
Sayin the kid went commercial to get a deal
You a clown, need to go do commercials for meals
They heard my voice in a minute so the ladies say they been gettin restless
Dallas, Fort Worth, San Antonio, Killeen, Austin and Tyler
Like Biggie said "Rub on your breasts", remove your clothes, you need your dresses
A lotta people say they the but their words are not impressive
Lames that I burn money, I'ma show you how to melt a stack
I'ma go hit the bank, then hit Harlem Nights after that
They know I've been on the grind in every that's on the map
Looked down at the welcome mat and it said "Welcome back"

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