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, can't in here
Gold of that bubb', y'all spillin' beer

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

Man, I'm runnin' up Broad Street in and out of
With the top down screamin' out, you niggaz the sayin'
C'mon, you know my name
It's the bully with the bucks, ain't a damn 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 fastest
And in the spot I'm the baddest chick
Up in the club got these niggaz
We got and a pound of twist

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

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

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

I ain't never been no snitch, been no rat
Never shot a nigga in his
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 of the beat
I'm a mack, I'm a
I'm a pimp, I does all the

On the low I'm in the fastest
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 puff on cigars
We get so much and all of the above

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

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

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

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

Sigel was the that they gave me
me to reintroduce myself

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

Because my life is how I mic this, police wan' see my
Run my social, my gov', search my glove
Keep they hand on toast when they approach 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 standin' in the middle of the
I'm a mack, I'm a
I'm a pimp, I all the above

On the low I'm in the fastest
And in the spot I'm the baddest chick
Up in the club got niggaz pissed
We got bottles and a of twist

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