Luyện nghe bài hát Top Back (Remix)

Creme de la creme homie, top shelf ya
I like my 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 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 holla if ya like ya beat down low, down low, down low, 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 low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours a chopper 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 a chopper in the back
Ya like ya hot and ya top let back
If ya sit high and ya windows pitch black

I'm the man in my city, nobody fuckin' wit' me
You can ask the real and all the bad bitches
I'm a drug dealer; I always have fifties
And the thugs and the killers was all in class 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 celebrity pistol
Pimp stolen' the automobile, and the for the tag missin'
Polices try to pursue me; it's nothin' but
Addicted to livin', yes, I'm one of my dad's children
Think I'm bad now, you 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 woodgrain

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 black

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

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

I my beat 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 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 and ya windows pitch black

I wear the crown down under, man, somebody better 'em
'For I spit a hundred rounds and have 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 think ya tryin' to run up on me, just forget it
The clip in the long as ya leg and leave ya shredded
Pistol way in the truck, and my knife on
Ya think he ain't stuck, you got life fucked up
A couple stiches in ya hip will have ya fucked up
he live? Will he die? Guess he might luck up
Meanwhile, I'm my Ferarri like a light for a buck
Against Lamborghini every time I get a car

I like my 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 sit high 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 Kenwood hot and ya top let
If ya rims sit high and ya windows black