Luyện nghe bài hát Top Back (Remix)

Creme de la homie, top shelf ya know
I my 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 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 my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let back

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

I'm the man in my city, ain't nobody fuckin' me
You can ask the niggas and all the bad bitches
I'm a known drug I always have fifties
And the thugs and the was all in class wit' me
SS's on twenty-sixes, some television
Shorty, I'm never slippin', got the in vision
And ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to
Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol
Pimp stolen' the automobile, and the for the tag missin'
Polices try to pursue me; it's nothin' but
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 and they oughta have children
Hope he got some insurance I definitely have some endurance
Kill her in Mississippi and her ass to Missouri
Still my wet pet while I'm woodgrain grippin'

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

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 windows pitch

I got Pimp Squad Click; I know you heard about us
Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't 'bout much
On glock I clutch
In God I trust, if a punk start, bet his heart I bust
Got ya partners and the broad in ya car up
ya under estimation thought a star wouldn't bust
I got the heart and the guts on this perp I
Move ten bricks daily, tryin' to 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 loaded fo' fo' and a quarter brick of
(Hey), nigga, don't you hit me you buyin' six or mo'
My blades glistenin', and my 808 kickin'

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 sit high 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 ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya sit high and ya windows pitch black

I wear the crown under, man, somebody better tell 'em
'For I spit a rounds and have everybody bailin'
I got some bitches in a Benz and my in the Chevy
And now we ridin' Giovanni's and on Pirellis
If ya ever think ya tryin' to run up on me, just it
The in the chopper 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 stiches in ya hip have ya night fucked up
Will he Will he die? Guess he might luck up
Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferarri a light for a buck
Against Lamborghini Gallardo every I get a car

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