Luyện nghe bài hát Feelin' Myself

I be everywhere know me
Super, fresh with a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, karats on my neck
Givenchy 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 her beats, I don't give her bread
'Cause we be in the
Bottles on deck and god dammit, god dammit I'm myself
'Cause I'm 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 mirror be 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

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

And I don't give a that's my whole M.O
I the whole globe with no problemo
rocking coats since my first demo
And now I'm banging in the continental
And I done seen me slidin' out my dope
I up the doors, suicide
I from the bottom, the sewer side
I it to the top 'Cause I do it fly
Feelin' fuckin' like the fuckin' Irish
I see the whole game from my third
I the whole word like a dirty pirate
To give the whole club some Cyrus

Now trippin' 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 motherfucker to make it work
I get on the floor just to make booty twerk
Shake, shake ass like a, like an expert
Shake, shake that ass like a, an expert

I be everybody know me
Super, super fresh with a styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple on my neck
Givenchy keep the chickens in
All these car keys drive them chickens to my
Dru Hill? Got sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, mean she give me head
I just her beats, I don't give her bread
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 mirror 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

in my hand, Rollie on my wrist
Got a bottle of that thousand dollar 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 like give me some
Smoke joints till our eyes Indian red
Takes shots till our burn
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this get it started
The bigger the bill, the you ball
The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the the star
The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you know
The bigger the bank that's more hoes,
And I done spent a milli on clothes
Coppin' them old schools and foreigns on the road
Real talk and if my get low
I up another joint take a shot and reload, pow

I be everywhere everybody me
Super, super fresh with a styling
on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy the chickens in check
All car keys drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got sleeping on my bed
She me IQ, that mean she get ahead
I just give her beats, I don't her bread
'Cause we be in the
Bottles on deck and god dammit, god I'm feelin' myself
'Cause I'm 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 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