Luyện nghe bài hát Top Back

Creme de la homie, top shelf ya know
I like my 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 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 like ya beat down low, down low, 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' with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let
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 with a in the back
Ya like ya hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black

I'm the man in my city, ain't fuckin' wit' me
You can ask the real niggas and all the bad
I'm a drug dealer; I always have fifties
And the thugs and the was all in class wit' me
SS's on twenty-sixes, watchin' some
Shorty, I'm slippin', got the berretta in vision
And ready to pop the clip in, to get to trippin'
to show these 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 dad's
I'm bad now, you should a seen me before I had children
Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and oughta have children
Hope he got insurance 'cause I definitely have some endurance
Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to
Still my wet pet drippin' while I'm woodgrain

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

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

I got this Pimp Squad Click; I know you heard us
Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't worried much
On glock I clutch
In God I trust, if a nigga start, bet his heart I bust
Got ya partners and the in ya car fucked up
What ya under estimation a star wouldn't bust
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 flyest bird in Cali, fuckin' hos
On a pill and half with my Young Dro Dro
Bumpin' Mob Soul Food number fo'
Other rappers', old dudes, told I'm a pro
With a loaded fo' fo' and a brick of blow
(Hey), nigga, you hit me 'less you buyin' six or mo'
My twenty-four glistenin', and my 808 kickin'

I like my down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' with a chopper in the back
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 twenty-fours 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 wear the crown down under, man, somebody better 'em
'For I a hundred rounds and have everybody bailin'
I got some bitches in a Benz and my in the Chevy
And now we Giovanni's and Asani's on Pirellis
If ya ever think ya tryin' to run up on me, forget 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 gettin' stuck, you got life fucked up
A couple stiches in ya hip will ya night fucked up
he live? Will he die? Guess he might luck up
Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferarri like a for a buck
Against Gallardo every time I get a car

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 rims sit and ya windows pitch black

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