Luyện nghe bài hát Feelin' Myself

I be everybody know me
Super, fresh with a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, karats on my neck
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, 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 feelin'
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 look at me
The be like 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

I be everywhere, know me
Catch me in the club bottles on me
I get busy a one liner
In the drop getting head never mind
We money why you playing with it
Pool in the you could land a water plane in it
Slick looking at the mirror
Big Daddy Kane Like Shakira
1.5 custom car
Me and Will table looking the bar
I bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem
And I don't give a that's my fuckin' problem

And I don't give a fuck my whole M.O
I rock the whole globe with no
Been rocking coats my first demo
And now I'm banging 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' lucky like the Irish
I see the whole game from my Iris
I tour the whole word like a dirty
To give the club some Miley Cyrus

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

I be everywhere everybody me
Super, fresh with a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, karats on my neck
keep the chickens in check
All car keys drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that 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 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
Look up in the mirror, the mirror 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

Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my
Got a bottle of thousand dollar champagne in my fist
Women of in dreams sleep in my bed
So I need your brains I need my ass kissed
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 this let's get it
The bigger the bill, the you ball
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 more hoes,
And I done spent a milli on clothes
Coppin' them old and puttin' foreigns on the road
Real talk and if my get low
I roll up another joint take a and reload, pow

I be everybody know me
Super, super fresh a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple on my neck
Givenchy keep the in check
All car keys drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got somebody on my bed
She give me IQ, mean 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 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 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 yes sire