Luyện nghe bài hát Top Back (Remix)

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

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

I like my down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' with 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 known drug dealer; I always have
And the thugs and the killers was all in class me
SS's on twenty-sixes, some television
Shorty, I'm never slippin', got the in vision
And to pop the clip in, ready to get to trippin'
Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol
Pimp the automobile, and the roof for the tag missin'
Polices try to pursue me; it's nothin' but
Addicted to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my children
Think I'm bad now, you should a seen me I had children
Give dick to ya daughter and they oughta have children
Hope he got some insurance 'cause I have some endurance
Kill her in Mississippi and 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' with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya hot and ya top let back
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 chopper in the
Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows black

I got this Squad Click; I know you heard about us
Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't worried 'bout
On this I clutch
In God I trust, if a nigga start, bet his heart I bust
Got ya and the broad in ya car fucked up
What ya under estimation thought a star wouldn't
I got the and the guts on this perp I blow
Move ten bricks daily, tryin' to twerk mo'
Ya see the Cadillac swervin' Hollywood Road
On the flyest in Cali, fuckin' Hollywood hos
On a pill and half with my partner Dro Dro
Bumpin' Goodie Mob Soul Food fo'
Other rappers', old dudes, told 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 blades glistenin', and my 808

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 and ya windows pitch black

I like my beat 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 wear the crown down under, man, better tell 'em
'For I spit a rounds and have everybody bailin'
I got some 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 clip in the chopper long as ya leg and ya shredded
way in the truck, and my knife on tuck
Ya think he gettin' stuck, you got life fucked up
A couple stiches in ya hip will have ya fucked up
he live? Will he die? Guess he might luck up
Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferarri like a light for a
Against Lamborghini Gallardo time I get a car

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

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 and ya windows pitch black