Luyện nghe bài hát All Of The Above

We run
We run the streets, the and the club
All of the

Yes, yes
All the
Oh, oh, oh
All the
Oh, oh, oh

Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is
by Atlanta, I got a mill' out there
Billionaires Boys Club, chill in here
bottles of that bubb', y'all spillin' beer

The boy pour on that ace of spades
Forbes Magazine homes, to grace the page
I pull 7 digits clean, soon as I the stage
I done caught up the paper, y'all chasin' change

Man, I'm runnin' up Broad in and out of lanes
With the top screamin' out, you niggaz know the sayin'
C'mon, you know my name
the bully with the bucks, ain't a damn thing changed

I'm hood, I'm
Still in the middle of the beat
I'm a mack, I'm a
I'm a pimp, I all the above

On the low I'm in the whip
And in the spot I'm with the baddest
Up in the club got these niggaz
We got bottles and a pound of

All the
We buy out the bar
And all night puff on
We get so much and all of the above

Yeah, Mr. Beat the is back
Got acquitted, stitch fitted in gangster hat
Now I'm back, with it with this gangster rap
Let's get it, my gangsters at? Make noise

And I never been no fraud
No, nah not in my rapport
Never fronted on my boys for no
I ain't never no bitch, nor never lied on my dick
Y'all niggaz still dyin' for whores

I ain't never been no snitch, never no rat
Never shot a in his back
I always put the drama to his
I never pull my strap and ain't clap
Got my case, did my time now I'm

I'm hood, I'm
Still standin' in the middle of the
I'm a mack, I'm a
I'm a pimp, I does all the

On the low I'm in the whip
And in the spot I'm with the chick
Up in the got these niggaz pissed
We got and a pound of twist

All the
We buy out the bar
And all night puff on
We get so love and all of the above

Up in the still poppin' the Cris'
Still back it up whenever I shit
Man, I'm worth about a billion but I'm still hood
Still out the whip with a hot-ass chick

Still rockin' the chain, they still my name
It's Kels, right, bitch, I'm still in the game
Still walk through the hood like I'm holdin' that
Still limp through the club I'm holdin' that cane

It's two fingers for a star, middle for a bitch
Come in by and leave out wit'cha chick
Beanie Sigel got my back if we run a snitch
And Kels got his back if he need a hit

From the tour to the
We risin' to the top
the club to the parkin' lot
We 'bout to show the what we got, so let's go

Sigel was the name they gave me
Allow me to myself

It's the Street Bully, I'm number one
Five oh, said when I had the gun
But I stop for the law, pushed the pedal to the floor
star nigga, heavy metal on the drawer

Because my life is how I mic this, police wan' see my
Run my social, my gov', search my glove
Keep they hand on they toast when they this thug
'Cause I'm a hoodlum, a monster, bad boy, a fella
and a thug, yes, I'm all the above

I'm hood, I'm
Still in the middle of the beat
I'm a mack, I'm a
I'm a pimp, I all the above

On the low I'm in the whip
And in the spot I'm with the chick
Up in the got these niggaz pissed
We got and a pound of twist

All the
We buy out the bar
And all night puff on
We get so love and all of the above