Luyện nghe bài hát Feelin' Myself

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 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 her bread
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 god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' 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 shit god dammit, you the shit, you the

I be everywhere, everybody me
Catch me in the club bottles on me
I get busy like a one
In the drop getting head baby mind
We gettin' money why you playing it
Pool in the crib you could a water plane in it
Slick Rick looking at the
Big Daddy Kane bitch Shakira
1.5 made car
Me and Will table like the bar
I love bad that's my fuckin' problem
And I don't give a fuck that's my fuckin'

And I give a fuck that's my whole M.O
I rock the whole globe with no
Been rocking coats since my demo
And now I'm hoes in the continental
And I seen me slidin' out my dope ride
I open up the doors,
I from the bottom, the sewer side
I it to the top 'Cause I do it fly
Feelin' fuckin' like the fuckin' Irish
I see the whole from my third Iris
I tour the whole like a dirty pirate
To give the whole club some Cyrus

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

I be everywhere know me
Super, fresh with a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my
Givenchy keep the chickens in
All these car drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got sleeping on my bed
She me IQ, that 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 I'm feelin' myself
'Cause I'm 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 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 bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my
Women of in your dreams in my bed
So I need your brains I need my ass kissed
But all my homies like me some head
Smoke joints our eyes turn Indian red
Takes till our chests burn
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all let's get it started
The bigger the bill, the you ball
The bigger the watch, the the car, the bigger the star
The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you know
The bigger the that's more hoes, nigga
And I spent a quarter milli on clothes
Coppin' them old schools and puttin' on the road
talk and if my fuel get low
I up another joint take a shot and reload, pow

I be everywhere know me
Super, super fresh with a styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple on my neck
Givenchy keep the chickens in
All car keys drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got somebody 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 I'm feelin' myself
up in the mirror, the mirror 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 shit yes