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

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

I move from lobby to lobby and the shottie ridin me
I bet that go lollipop if you tryin to rob me
No, probably a hottie, she tuggin on me like a dolly
Black Magic on my tires, while she Mr. Miyagi the - 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 that hungry
Jenny Craig for my bread, my wallet so pudgy
Got that cake, got that cream, the fat one say she love 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 Pimp 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 like your laptop so 'em that on iChat
Uh, you should mind your bidness here, you mind your bidness dear
All this money I'ma get this year, mean your money gon' disappear
Ain't no women here, ain't no women strippin here?
till they see my whip appear, that's what I call whip appeal
It's the Barack O-baller, I know she tryna
Roll her number on a but I really just want the dollar
I hope it's not your daughter, cause I'm probably not call her
Republic, yeah I'm the shot that's in your revolver
Yeah I'm reloading homie, the holder's on me
And you know I'm talkin to you know who cause you know phoney
It's lonely at the top but I ridin solo
Shake off and tell 'em that you won't be rollin no mo'
Some want some in the ruler and his first said "You suck"
Musical chairs, see the chopper, gon' beat a goose, you
Texas used to be screwed up but you ain't us, you fool us
Got a problem Koopa? When, where, how, who, what?
He said he hate my confidence and how I wreck the
Talkin down in front of me, I hope you got some special
I got my hand on the trigger, the fakeness about in peace
Actin just like my publicist, I think I'm bout to release
The mover, you the shaker, I'm the realest, you the
Chamillinators, fact then I'm back to rebuking
I promise I the baddest broad in stew to bake her
I'm true to and pretty ones always glued to paper
Nah I ain't got to love her, I got ya covered
They be all on the D so I'm bout to pull out the rubbers
Got a ghetto chick that I know that'll sock a soccer
And after that probably go to her house and sock her
I showed the underground how to attract the bills
But I got some haters in the city that want me to it real
Sayin that the kid commercial to get a deal
You a clown, to go do commercials for happy meals
They ain't heard my voice in a minute so the ladies say they been restless
Dallas, Fort Worth, San Antonio, Killeen, Austin and Tyler
Like Biggie said "Rub on your breasts", your clothes, you don't need your dresses
A lotta people say they the best but words are not impressive
know that I burn money, I'ma show you how to melt a stack
First I'ma go hit the bank, then hit Harlem Nights that
They know been on the grind in every city that's on the map
down at the welcome mat and noticed it said "Welcome back"

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