Luyện nghe bài hát Top Back

Creme de la creme homie, top shelf ya
I like my beat down low, down low, down low, low, down low, down low, down 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, 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, 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 twenty-fours with a chopper 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 down low and my top let
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours a chopper in the back
Ya like ya hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows black

I'm the man in my city, nobody fuckin' wit' me
You can ask the real and all the bad bitches
I'm a drug dealer; I always have fifties
And the thugs and the killers was all in 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, to get to trippin'
Ready to these folks a celebrity pistol whippin'
Pimp stolen' the automobile, and the for the tag missin'
Polices try to pursue me; nothin' but gas-given
Addicted to livin', yes, I'm one of my dad's children
Think I'm bad now, you should a seen me before I had
Give dick to ya daddy's and they oughta have children
Hope he got some insurance 'cause I definitely some endurance
Kill her in and drive her ass to Missouri
my wet pet drippin' while I'm woodgrain grippin'

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

I got this Pimp Click; I know you heard about us
Young niggaz filthy rich, and we worried 'bout much
On this glock I
In God I trust, if a punk start, bet his heart I bust
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 guts on this I blow
Move ten bricks daily, tryin' to five mo'
Ya see the Cadillac swervin' down Road
On the flyest in Cali, fuckin' Hollywood hos
On a pill and half my partner Young Dro Dro
Bumpin' Goodie Mob Soul Food fo'
rappers', old dudes, told dudes I'm a pro
With a loaded fo' fo' and a quarter of blow
(Hey), nigga, don't you hit me 'less you six or mo'
My blades glistenin', and my 808 kickin'

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 windows pitch

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

I wear the down under, man, somebody better tell 'em
'For I spit a hundred rounds and everybody bailin'
I got some in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy
And now we Giovanni's and Asani's on Pirellis
If ya ever ya tryin' to run up on me, just forget it
The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and ya shredded
way in the truck, and my knife on tuck
Ya he ain't gettin' stuck, you got life fucked up
A couple stiches in ya hip will have ya fucked up
Will he live? Will he die? he might luck up
Meanwhile, I'm racin' my like a light for a buck
Against Lamborghini Gallardo every I get a car

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

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