Luyện nghe bài hát Feelin' Myself

I be everywhere know me
Super, super fresh with a dope
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my
Givenchy keep the chickens in
All these car keys them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that she get ahead
I just give her beats, I don't her bread
we be in the club
Bottles on deck and god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin'
'Cause I'm get it all
And I'm a throw it up like god dammit, god dammit I'm myself
Look up in the mirror, the mirror at me
The mirror be baby you the shit god dammit
You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god
You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the

I be everywhere, know me
me in the club hundred bottles on me
I get like a one liner
In the drop getting head baby never
We gettin' money why you playing it
Pool in the crib you could a water plane in it
Slick Rick at the mirror
Big Daddy bitch Like Shakira
1.5 custom car
Me and table looking like the bar
I bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem
And I don't give a fuck that's my problem

And I don't give a fuck my whole M.O
I rock the globe with no problemo
Been rocking coats since my first
And now I'm banging in the continental
And I done seen me out my dope ride
I up the doors, suicide
I came from the bottom, the side
I made it to the top I do it fly
Feelin' fuckin' like the fuckin' Irish
I see the whole from my third Iris
I tour the whole word like a dirty
To give the whole club some Cyrus

Now everybody trippin' like they molly
Up in the club, is where you can me
I do it real big never do it
If you about that bullshit don't remind me
I step in this just to make it work
I get on the floor just to make that twerk
Shake, shake that ass like a, like an
Shake, shake that ass like a, like an

I be everywhere everybody me
Super, fresh with a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my
Givenchy keep the in check
All these car keys them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got somebody on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she me head
I just give her beats, I don't her bread
'Cause we be in the
Bottles on deck and god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin'
I'm gon' get it all
And I'm a throw it up like god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin'
Look up in the mirror, the look at me
The mirror be baby you the shit god dammit
You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god
You the god dammit, you the shit, you the shit

Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my
Got a of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist
Women of in your sleep in my bed
So I need your brains I need my ass kissed
But all my homies give me some head
Smoke joints till our eyes turn red
Takes shots till our chests
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this get it started
The the bill, the bigger you ball
The the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the star
The bigger the chain, the you go, you already know
The bigger the that's more hoes, nigga
And I done spent a quarter on clothes
them old schools and puttin' foreigns on the road
Real and if my fuel get low
I up another joint take a shot and reload, pow

I be everywhere everybody me
Super, super fresh a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple on my neck
keep the chickens in check
All these car keys drive them chickens to my
Dru Hill? Got sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get
I just give her beats, I give her bread
we be in the club
Bottles on deck and god dammit, god I'm feelin' myself
'Cause I'm get it all
And I'm a throw it up god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
Look up in the mirror, the mirror at me
The mirror be like baby you the shit god
You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god
You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the shit yes