Luyện nghe bài hát Top Back (Remix)

Creme de la homie, top shelf ya know
I like my beat down low, down low, down low, down low, 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, low, down low, down low, down low, down 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 Kenwood hot and ya top let
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch

I like my beat down low and my top let
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'm the man in my city, ain't nobody fuckin' me
You can ask the niggas and all the bad bitches
I'm a known dealer; I always have fifties
And the thugs and the killers was all in class me
on twenty-sixes, watchin' some television
Shorty, I'm never slippin', got the berretta in
And ready to pop the clip in, to get to trippin'
Ready to show folks a celebrity pistol whippin'
Pimp stolen' the automobile, and the roof for the tag
try to pursue me; it's nothin' but gas-given
Addicted to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my dad's
Think I'm bad now, you should a seen me before I had
Give dick to ya daughter and they oughta have children
Hope he got some insurance 'cause I definitely some endurance
Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to
Still my wet pet drippin' while I'm grippin'

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 pitch

I my beat 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 rims sit high and ya windows pitch

I got this Pimp Squad Click; I you heard about us
niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't worried 'bout much
On glock I clutch
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 estimation a star wouldn't bust
I got the heart and the guts on this I blow
ten bricks daily, tryin' to twerk 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' Mob Soul Food number 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 twenty-four glistenin', and my 808 kickin'

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

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

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

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