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
keep the chickens in check
All these car keys drive chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that she get ahead
I just 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
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 god dammit
You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the

I be everywhere, know me
Catch me in the club bottles on me
I get like a one liner
In the drop getting baby never mind
We gettin' why you playing with it
Pool in the crib you could a water plane in it
Slick Rick looking at the
Big Daddy Kane Like Shakira
1.5 made car
Me and Will table like the bar
I bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem
And I give a fuck that's my fuckin' problem

And I don't a fuck that's my whole M.O
I rock the globe with no problemo
Been rocking coats since my demo
And now I'm banging 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 it to the top 'Cause I do it fly
Feelin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish
I see the whole from my third Iris
I tour the whole word like a dirty
To give the whole club Miley 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 bullshit please don't remind me
I step in this just to make it work
I get on the floor just to make that twerk
Shake, shake ass like a, like an expert
Shake, shake that ass like a, like an

I be everywhere 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 them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got somebody on my bed
She give me IQ, that she give me head
I just 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 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 shit god
You the god dammit, you the shit, you the shit

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

I be everywhere everybody me
Super, super fresh a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my
Givenchy keep the chickens in
All car keys drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get
I just her beats, I don't give 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 it up like god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
up in the mirror, the mirror look at me
The mirror be baby 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 shit yes