Luyện nghe bài hát Announcement

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

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

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

Live from the South Side one
your gun, representing Chi-Town to the fullest
Raps or bullets, see them rappers, they be
When Com be buckin in the kitchen,

On the sink, got my mama a
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 paid me
No we can push more whips slavery
Alex and this rap shit, my roots is deep
You heard the bitch is you, I know whats beef

Let it cook and I pop grease
You niggas cant stop my feast, uh
I still her, she be needin the dick
it come to hip hop its just me and my bitch, uh

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

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

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

down son, youre killin em, well funded it was not
Came to deals, reminiscing give me chills
When Puff was with Biggie, Versace on niggie
The backpacker copped the Porsche and drove to his

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

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

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

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

As I sit back, with Chicago on my back
Unzip the backpack, pull out a fifth of
Ill go to jail for, naw that aint me
I style crazy and act like

The Kojak, I get money and want mo stacks
The rap photographer, the way the stop
Broads say, Are you a
yeah, I philosophize on top of ya Uh!

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

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