Luyện nghe bài hát Top Back

Creme de la creme homie, top ya know
I like my beat down low, down low, down low, 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 ya beat 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

Ay holla if ya like ya beat down low, 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 down low and my top let
Can see me twenty-fours with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya hot and ya top let back
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 hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit and ya windows pitch black

I'm the man in my city, ain't fuckin' wit' me
You can ask the niggas and all the bad bitches
I'm a known drug dealer; I always fifties
And the thugs and the killers was all in wit' me
SS's on twenty-sixes, watchin' television
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 I had children
Give to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta have children
Hope he got some insurance 'cause I definitely have some
Kill her in Mississippi and her ass to Missouri
Still my wet pet drippin' I'm woodgrain grippin'

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 sit high 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 rims sit high and ya windows black

I got this Squad Click; I know you heard about us
Young filthy rich, and we ain't worried 'bout much
On this glock I
In God I trust, if a punk nigga start, bet his heart I
Got ya partners and the broad in ya car up
What ya under estimation thought a star wouldn't
I got the heart and the guts on this I blow
Move ten bricks daily, to twerk five mo'
Ya see the Cadillac swervin' down Road
On the bird in Cali, fuckin' Hollywood hos
On a pill and half with my partner Dro Dro
Bumpin' Mob Soul Food number fo'
Other rappers', old dudes, told I'm a pro
a loaded fo' fo' and a quarter brick of blow
(Hey), nigga, you hit me 'less you buyin' six or mo'
My twenty-four blades glistenin', and my 808

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

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

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