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
keep the chickens in check
All these car keys drive chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got somebody on my bed
She give me IQ, that she get ahead
I just her beats, I don't give her bread
'Cause we be in the
Bottles on 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 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 god dammit
You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the

I be everywhere, everybody me
Catch me in the hundred bottles on me
I get busy a one liner
In the drop getting head baby 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 Shakira
1.5 custom car
Me and Will table looking the bar
I love bad bitches my fuckin' problem
And I don't give a fuck that's my fuckin'

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

Now everybody trippin' like 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 in this motherfucker just to make it work
I get on the floor just to make that twerk
Shake, shake that ass a, like an expert
Shake, that ass like a, like an expert

I be everywhere everybody me
Super, super fresh with a styling
on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy keep the chickens in
All these car keys drive them chickens to my
Dru Hill? Got somebody on my bed
She give me IQ, mean she give 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 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 god dammit
You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the

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

I be everywhere know 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 chickens to my
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 deck and god dammit, god dammit I'm myself
I'm gon' get it all
And I'm a it up like god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
Look up in the mirror, the look at me
The mirror be like baby you the shit god
You the shit, you the shit, you the god dammit
You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the yes sire