Luyện nghe bài hát Announcement

Im fin to take you to the tip top
Im fin to you to the tip top baby
Im fin to you to the tip top baby

Everybody Id like to
Throw you hands up we in the house
Yeah, this is hip hop
Im fin to take you to the tip top

And tell your that the tickets is out
And we gon do it they kickin us out
Cause this is hip hop
Im fin to take you to the tip top

from the South Side this one
Hide gun, representing Chi-Town to the fullest
Raps or bullets, see rappers, they be duckin
When Com be in the kitchen, fuckin

On the sink, got my a mink
Common is the link, thought the game was extinct
Lay there, them jeans is as as Shady
em back from the 80s, now lets make some babies

Freestyle paid off so Lincoln me
No we can push more whips slavery
Alex and this rap shit, my roots is deep
You heard the is you, yeah I know whats beef

Let it cook and I pop like
You thirsty niggas cant my feast, uh
I love her, she be needin the dick
When it to hip hop its just me and my bitch, uh

Id like to announce
Throw you hands up when we in the
Yeah, this is hip hop
Im fin to take you to the tip top

And tell your girl that the is out
And we gon do it till kickin us out
this is hip hop baby
Im fin to take you to the tip top

Baby, like, what the fuck? There is no other
Valet crushed my so quickly I bought another
Sorry Mr. William out the building
Spot to the top, fifty feet was the ceiling

Slow down son, killin em, well funded it was not
to shitty deals, reminiscing give me chills
When Puff was Biggie, Versace on every niggie
The copped the Porsche and drove to his city

Now all the little from ugly to pretty
I was the magician em, made em listen
My dick is like a Blow Pop
And it gets stiffer some Botox baby

But show out baby and show me you aint gon act
And Ill be pedaling backwards a track bike
She aint know the Casio cost a
Its been two years since I done it, now all the rappers want it,

Everybody Id like to
Throw you hands up we in the house
Yeah, this is hip hop
Im fin to take you to the tip top

And tell your that the tickets is out
And we gon do it they kickin us out
Cause this is hip hop
Im fin to you to the tip top baby

As I sit back, relax Chicago on my back
the backpack, pull out a fifth of Jack
Ill go to jail for, naw that aint me
I crazy and act like Jay-Z

The black Kojak, I get and want mo stacks
The rap photographer, the way the stop
say, Are you a philosopher?
Yeah yeah, I on top of ya Uh!

Everybody Id to announce
Throw you up when we in the house
Yeah, this is hip hop
Im fin to take you to the tip top

And tell your girl that the is out
And we gon do it till they us out
Cause is hip hop baby
Im fin to you to the tip top baby