Luyện nghe bài hát Top Back

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

I like my down low and my top let back
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 my beat 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'm the man in my city, ain't fuckin' wit' me
You can ask the real and all the bad bitches
I'm a known drug dealer; I always fifties
And the and the killers was all in class wit' me
SS's on twenty-sixes, watchin' some
Shorty, I'm never slippin', got the berretta in
And ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to
Ready to show folks a celebrity pistol whippin'
Pimp the automobile, and the roof for the tag missin'
try to pursue me; it's nothin' but gas-given
Addicted to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my children
I'm bad now, you should a seen me before I had children
Give to ya daddy's 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
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 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 down low and my top let
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours a chopper in the back
Ya like ya hot and ya top let back
If ya sit high and ya windows pitch black

I got this Pimp Squad Click; I you heard about us
Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't worried much
On glock I clutch
In God I trust, if a punk nigga start, bet his heart I
Got ya partners and the in ya car fucked up
What ya under thought a star wouldn't bust
I got the heart and the guts on perp I blow
Move ten daily, tryin' to twerk five mo'
Ya see the Cadillac down Hollywood Road
On the flyest bird in Cali, fuckin' hos
On a pill and half my partner Young Dro Dro
Bumpin' Goodie Mob Soul Food fo'
Other rappers', old dudes, dudes I'm a pro
With a fo' fo' and a quarter brick 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 down low and my top let
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a in the back
Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
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

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

I like my beat down low and my top let
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 pitch black

I my beat down 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