Luyện nghe bài hát Top Back (Remix)

Creme de la homie, top shelf ya know
I like my beat down low, down low, down low, down low, 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 my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let back

Ay holla if ya like ya beat down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, 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 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 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 high and ya windows pitch

I'm the man in my city, ain't nobody fuckin' me
You can ask the real niggas and all the bad
I'm a known drug I always have fifties
And the thugs and the killers was all in 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, to get to trippin'
Ready to show these folks a pistol whippin'
Pimp the automobile, and the roof for the tag missin'
Polices try to pursue me; it's but gas-given
Addicted to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my dad's
Think I'm bad now, you should a seen me before I had
Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and they have children
Hope he got some insurance 'cause I definitely have endurance
Kill her in Mississippi and her ass to Missouri
Still my wet pet drippin' I'm woodgrain grippin'

I my beat down 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 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 Kenwood hot and ya top let
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch

I got this Pimp Squad Click; I you heard about us
Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't worried much
On this I clutch
In God I trust, if a punk nigga start, bet his heart I
Got ya partners and the broad in ya car up
What ya estimation thought a star wouldn't bust
I got the heart and the on this perp I blow
Move ten bricks daily, tryin' to twerk mo'
Ya see the swervin' down Hollywood Road
On the flyest in Cali, fuckin' Hollywood hos
On a pill and half with my Young Dro Dro
Bumpin' Goodie Mob Soul number fo'
rappers', old dudes, told dudes I'm a pro
With a loaded fo' fo' and a quarter of blow
(Hey), nigga, you hit me 'less you buyin' 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 like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch

I like my beat down low and my top let
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

I the crown down under, man, somebody better tell 'em
'For I spit a hundred rounds and have bailin'
I got some in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy
And now we Giovanni's and Asani's on Pirellis
If ya ever think ya tryin' to run up on me, just it
The clip in the chopper as ya leg and leave 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 have ya night fucked up
he live? Will he die? Guess he might luck up
Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferarri like a light for a
Lamborghini Gallardo every time I get a car

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 high and ya pitch black

I like my down 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 high and ya pitch black