Luyện nghe bài hát Feelin' Myself

I be everybody know me
Super, super fresh with a dope
Hunny on my wrist, karats on my neck
Givenchy keep the in check
All these car keys drive them chickens to my
Dru Got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that she get ahead
I just give her beats, I don't give her
we be in the club
Bottles on deck and god dammit, god I'm feelin' myself
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 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 hundred on me
I get busy like a one
In the getting head baby never mind
We gettin' why you playing with it
in the crib you could land a water plane in it
Slick Rick at the mirror
Big Daddy Kane bitch Shakira
1.5 made car
Me and Will table like the bar
I love bad bitches my fuckin' problem
And I don't give a fuck my fuckin' problem

And I don't give a fuck that's my M.O
I rock the whole with no problemo
Been coats since 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 from the bottom, the sewer side
I made it to the top I do it fly
Feelin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish
I see the whole game from my third
I tour the whole word like a dirty
To give the whole club some Cyrus

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

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

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

I be everywhere everybody me
Super, super fresh with a styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple on my neck
keep the chickens in check
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 give her
we be in the club
Bottles on deck and god dammit, god 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 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 yes sire