Luyện nghe bài hát Feelin' Myself

I be everywhere know me
Super, super fresh with a styling
on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy keep the chickens in
All these car drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got somebody on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get
I just give her beats, I don't her bread
'Cause we be in the
Bottles on deck and god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin'
'Cause I'm get it all
And I'm a throw it up like god dammit, god dammit I'm myself
up in the mirror, the mirror look at me
The mirror be like 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

I be everywhere, know me
me in the club hundred bottles on me
I get busy a one liner
In the drop getting head baby mind
We gettin' money why you with it
Pool in the crib you could land a water in it
Slick looking at the mirror
Big Daddy Kane bitch Shakira
1.5 custom car
Me and table looking like the bar
I love bad bitches my fuckin' problem
And I don't give a fuck my fuckin' problem

And I don't give a fuck my whole M.O
I the whole globe with no problemo
Been rocking since my first demo
And now I'm hoes in the continental
And I done me slidin' out my dope ride
I up the doors, suicide
I came 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 Iris
I tour the whole word like a pirate
To give the whole club Miley Cyrus

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

I be everybody know me
Super, super fresh with a dope
on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy keep the in check
All these car drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got somebody on my bed
She give me IQ, that she give me head
I give her beats, I don't give her bread
we be in the club
Bottles on and god dammit, god dammit 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
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 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 champagne in my fist
of in your dreams sleep in my bed
So I don't need your brains I my ass kissed
But all my like give me some head
Smoke joints till our turn Indian red
Takes till our chests burn
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this let's get it
The bigger the bill, the you ball
The the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the star
The bigger the chain, the you go, you already know
The bigger the bank more hoes, nigga
And I done spent a quarter milli on
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 everywhere know me
Super, super fresh with a styling
Hunny on my wrist, karats on my neck
Givenchy keep the in check
All these car keys drive chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got somebody on my bed
She give me IQ, mean she get ahead
I give her beats, I don't give her bread
'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 throw it up like god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin'
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 god dammit
You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the yes sire