Luyện nghe bài hát Feelin' Myself

I be everybody know me
Super, super with a dope styling
on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy keep the in check
All these car keys drive them to my crib
Dru Hill? Got somebody on my bed
She give me IQ, mean she get ahead
I just her beats, I don't 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 like god dammit, god dammit I'm myself
up in the mirror, the mirror look 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

I be everywhere, everybody me
Catch me in the hundred bottles on me
I get busy a one liner
In the drop getting baby never mind
We gettin' why you playing with it
Pool in the crib you could land a water in it
Slick looking at the mirror
Big Daddy Kane bitch Like
1.5 made car
Me and table looking like the bar
I bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem
And I give a fuck that's my fuckin' problem

And I don't a fuck that's my whole M.O
I the whole globe with no problemo
Been coats since my first demo
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' lucky like the fuckin'
I see the whole game from my third
I tour the whole word a dirty pirate
To the whole club some Miley Cyrus

Now everybody like they poppin' molly
Up in the club, is you can find me
I do it real big never do it
If you about that bullshit please 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, an expert
Shake, that ass like a, like an expert

I be everywhere everybody me
Super, super with a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my
Givenchy the chickens in check
All these car keys drive them 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 give her
we be in the club
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 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 god dammit
You the god dammit, you the shit, you the shit

Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my
Got a bottle of that dollar champagne in my fist
Women of in dreams sleep in my bed
So I don't need your brains I need my ass
But all my like give me some head
Smoke joints our eyes turn Indian red
Takes till our chests burn
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this let's get it
The bigger the bill, the bigger you
The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the
The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you know
The bigger the bank that's more hoes,
And I spent a quarter milli on clothes
Coppin' them old and puttin' foreigns on the road
Real and if my fuel get low
I roll up another take a shot and reload, pow

I be everywhere everybody me
Super, super fresh with a dope
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my
Givenchy the chickens in check
All these car keys drive them to my crib
Dru Got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get
I give her beats, I don't give her bread
we be in the club
Bottles on and god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
I'm gon' 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 be like 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 yes sire