Luyện nghe bài hát Feelin' Myself

I be everybody know me
Super, super fresh a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, karats on my neck
Givenchy keep the chickens in
All these car drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get
I just give her beats, I don't give her
'Cause we be in the
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 look at me
The mirror be like 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

I be everywhere, know me
Catch me in the club hundred on me
I get busy like a one
In the drop head baby never mind
We gettin' money why you playing it
Pool in the you could land a water plane in it
Slick Rick at the mirror
Big Daddy Kane bitch Like
1.5 custom car
Me and Will looking like the bar
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin'
And I give a fuck that's my fuckin' problem

And I don't give a that's my whole M.O
I the whole globe with no problemo
Been rocking coats my first demo
And now I'm banging hoes in the
And I done seen me slidin' out my dope
I open up the doors,
I came from the bottom, the sewer
I it to the top 'Cause I do it fly
Feelin' fuckin' lucky like the fuckin'
I see the game from my third Iris
I the whole word like a dirty pirate
To give the whole club some Miley

Now everybody like they poppin' molly
Up in the club, is where you can me
I do it real big do it tiny
If you about that please don't remind me
I step in this motherfucker just to make it
I get on the floor just to make that twerk
Shake, shake that ass a, like an expert
Shake, shake that ass like a, an expert

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 drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, mean she give me head
I just give her beats, I give 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 like baby you the god dammit
You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god
You the god dammit, you the shit, you the shit

in my hand, Rollie on my wrist
Got a of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist
of in your dreams sleep in my bed
So I don't need your brains I my ass kissed
But all my homies like give me head
Smoke joints till our eyes Indian red
Takes shots till our burn
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all let's get it started
The bigger the bill, the bigger you
The bigger the watch, the the car, the bigger the star
The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you know
The the bank that's more hoes, nigga
And I done spent a quarter milli on
Coppin' them old schools and puttin' foreigns on the
Real talk and if my get low
I roll up another joint a shot and reload, pow

I be everywhere everybody me
Super, super fresh a dope styling
on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy keep the in check
All these car drive 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 give her bread
'Cause we be in the
on deck and god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
'Cause I'm 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 god dammit
You the god dammit, you the shit, you the shit yes sire