Luyện nghe bài hát Feelin' Myself

I be everywhere know me
Super, super fresh with a styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple on my neck
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, mean 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'
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 mirror at me
The mirror be like baby you the god dammit
You the shit, you the shit, you the god dammit
You the god dammit, you the shit, you the shit

I be everywhere, know me
Catch me in the club hundred on me
I get busy a one liner
In the drop getting head never mind
We gettin' why you playing with it
Pool in the crib you land a water plane in it
Rick looking at the mirror
Big Daddy Kane bitch Like
1.5 made car
Me and table looking like the bar
I love bad bitches that's my 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 with no problemo
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 came the bottom, the sewer side
I made it to the top I do it fly
Feelin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish
I see the game from my third Iris
I tour the whole like a dirty pirate
To give the whole club some Cyrus

Now everybody trippin' like they poppin'
Up in the club, is where you can me
I do it real big do it tiny
If you about that bullshit don't remind me
I step in this motherfucker to make it work
I get on the floor to make that booty twerk
Shake, shake that ass a, like an expert
Shake, shake that ass like a, like an

I be everybody know me
Super, super with a dope styling
on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy the chickens in check
All these car keys drive chickens to my crib
Dru Got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that she give me head
I give her beats, I don't give her bread
'Cause we be in the
on deck 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 mirror at me
The mirror be like baby you the god dammit
You the shit, you the shit, you the god dammit
You the god dammit, you the shit, you the shit

Doobie in my hand, on my wrist
Got a bottle of thousand dollar champagne in my fist
Women of in your dreams in my bed
So I don't your brains I need my ass kissed
But all my like give me some head
Smoke joints till our turn Indian red
Takes shots till our chests
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this let's get it
The the bill, the bigger you ball
The bigger the watch, the 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
Coppin' them old schools and puttin' on the road
Real talk and if my get low
I roll up another joint take a and reload, pow

I be everywhere know me
Super, super fresh with a styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my
keep the chickens in check
All these car drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, mean she get ahead
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 throw it up like god dammit, god dammit I'm 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 god dammit, you the shit, you the shit yes sire