Luyện nghe bài hát Announcement

Im fin to take you to the tip top
Im fin to take you to the tip top
Im fin to take you to the tip top

Id like to announce
Throw you up when we in the house
Yeah, is hip hop baby
Im fin to take you to the tip top

And tell your that the tickets is out
And we gon do it till kickin us out
Cause is hip hop baby
Im fin to you to the tip top baby

Live the South Side this one
Hide your gun, representing Chi-Town to the
Raps or bullets, see them rappers, they be
Com be buckin in the kitchen, fuckin

On the sink, got my a mink
Think is the link, thought the game was extinct
Lay there, jeans is as slim as Shady
Brought em back from the 80s, now lets some babies

paid off so Lincoln paid me
No we can push more whips slavery
Haley and this rap shit, my roots is deep
You the bitch is you, yeah I know whats beef

Let it and I pop like grease
You niggas cant stop my feast, uh
I still love her, she be needin the
it come to hip hop its just me and my bitch, uh

Everybody Id like to
Throw you hands up when we in the
Yeah, this is hip hop
Im fin to you to the tip top baby

And your girl that the tickets is out
And we gon do it till they us out
this is hip hop baby
Im fin to take you to the tip top

Baby, youre like, what the fuck? is no other
Valet crushed my Rolls so I bought another
Sorry Mr. moved out the building
Spot to the top, fifty feet was the ceiling

Slow down son, youre killin em, well it was not
Came to shitty deals, reminiscing give me
When Puff was with Biggie, on every niggie
The backpacker copped the Porsche and drove to his

Now all the little bitties from ugly to
I was the magician em, made em listen
My is like a Blow Pop baby
And it gets stiffer than some baby

But show out baby and me you aint gon act right
And Ill be pedaling like a track bike
She aint know the cost a hundred
Its been two since I done it, now all the rappers want it, what?

Everybody Id like to
Throw you hands up when we in the
Yeah, this is hip hop
Im fin to take you to the tip top

And tell your girl the tickets is out
And we gon do it till they us out
this is hip hop baby
Im fin to you to the tip top baby

As I sit back, with Chicago on my back
Unzip the backpack, out a fifth of Jack
Ill probably go to jail for, naw aint me
I style and act like Jay-Z

The black Kojak, I get money and want mo
The rap photographer, the way the flow
say, Are you a philosopher?
Yeah yeah, I on top of ya Uh!

Everybody Id to announce
Throw you hands up we in the house
Yeah, is hip hop baby
Im fin to you to the tip top baby

And tell your that the tickets is out
And we gon do it till they us out
Cause is hip hop baby
Im fin to you to the tip top baby