Luyện nghe bài hát Feelin' Myself

I be everybody know me
Super, super fresh with a styling
on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy keep the in check
All these car keys drive them chickens to my
Dru Hill? Got somebody on my bed
She give me IQ, mean she get ahead
I just give her beats, I don't give her
'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 feelin'
Look up in the mirror, the look 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, know me
Catch me in the club hundred on me
I get like a one liner
In the drop getting head baby never
We gettin' money why you playing it
Pool in the crib you could land a plane in it
Rick looking at the mirror
Big Daddy bitch Like Shakira
1.5 made 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 fuck that's my M.O
I rock the whole with no problemo
rocking coats since my first demo
And now I'm hoes in the continental
And I done seen me out my dope ride
I open up the doors,
I came the bottom, the sewer side
I made it to the top I do it fly
Feelin' fuckin' like the fuckin' Irish
I see the whole from my third Iris
I tour the word like a dirty pirate
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 bullshit please don't remind me
I step in this just to make it work
I get on the floor just to make that booty
Shake, shake that ass like a, like an
Shake, shake that ass like a, like an

I be everybody know me
Super, super with a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my
keep the chickens in check
All these car keys drive them chickens to my
Dru Hill? Got sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she me head
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 myself
I'm gon' 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 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

Doobie in my hand, 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 need my ass
But all my homies like give me some
Smoke joints till our turn Indian red
Takes shots our chests burn
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all let's get it started
The bigger the bill, the you ball
The the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the star
The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you already
The the bank that's more hoes, nigga
And I done spent a milli on clothes
Coppin' old schools and puttin' foreigns on the road
Real talk and if my get low
I roll up joint take a shot and reload, pow

I be everybody know me
Super, super fresh with a styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my
keep the chickens 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 give her beats, I don't give her
'Cause we be in the
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 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 shit yes