Luyện nghe bài hát Top Back

Creme de la creme homie, top shelf ya
I like my beat down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, low
I like my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let
Ay holla if ya like ya beat down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, low, down low
I my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let back

Ay holla if ya like ya down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low
I like my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let

I like my beat low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a in the back
Ya like ya hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit and ya windows pitch black

I like my beat low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a in the back
Ya like ya hot and ya top let back
If ya sit high and ya windows pitch black

I'm the man in my city, nobody fuckin' wit' me
You can ask the niggas and all the bad bitches
I'm a drug dealer; I always have fifties
And the thugs and the was all in class wit' me
SS's on twenty-sixes, watchin' some
Shorty, I'm slippin', got the berretta in vision
And ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to
Ready to show folks a celebrity pistol whippin'
Pimp stolen' the automobile, and the for the tag missin'
Polices try to pursue me; it's nothin' but
Addicted to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my children
I'm bad now, you should a seen me before I had children
Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta children
he got some insurance 'cause I definitely have some endurance
Kill her in Mississippi and her ass to Missouri
my wet pet drippin' while I'm woodgrain grippin'

I like my beat low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a in the back
Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black

I like my beat low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a in the back
Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit and ya windows pitch black

I got this Pimp Squad Click; I you heard about us
Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't 'bout much
On this glock I
In God I trust, if a punk nigga start, bet his heart I
Got ya and the broad in ya car fucked up
What ya under thought a star wouldn't bust
I got the heart and the on this perp I blow
Move ten bricks daily, tryin' to five mo'
Ya see the Cadillac swervin' Hollywood Road
On the flyest bird in Cali, fuckin' hos
On a pill and with my partner Young Dro Dro
Bumpin' Goodie Mob Soul number fo'
rappers', old dudes, told dudes I'm a pro
With a loaded fo' fo' and a quarter of blow
(Hey), nigga, you hit me 'less you buyin' six or mo'
My twenty-four glistenin', and my 808 kickin'

I my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a in the back
Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit and ya windows pitch black

I like my beat low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours a chopper in the back
Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows black

I the crown down under, man, somebody better tell 'em
'For I spit a hundred rounds and have bailin'
I got some bitches in a and my partners in the Chevy
And now we ridin' Giovanni's and on Pirellis
If ya think ya tryin' to run up on me, just forget it
The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya
Pistol way in the truck, and my on tuck
Ya think he ain't stuck, you got life fucked up
A couple in ya hip will have ya night fucked up
Will he live? Will he die? Guess he luck up
Meanwhile, I'm my Ferarri like a light for a buck
Against Lamborghini every time I get a car

I like my beat down low and my top let
Can see me twenty-fours with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black

I like my down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let
If ya sit high and ya windows pitch black