Luyện nghe bài hát Feelin' Myself

I be everywhere know me
Super, super fresh a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple 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 get ahead
I just give her beats, I 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 god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
Look up in the mirror, the look 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 bottles on me
I get busy like a one
In the drop head baby never mind
We gettin' money why you playing it
Pool in the you could land a water plane in it
Slick looking at the mirror
Big Kane bitch 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 fuck that's my fuckin'

And I don't a fuck that's my whole M.O
I rock the whole globe with no
Been rocking coats since my demo
And now I'm banging in the continental
And I done seen me slidin' out my ride
I up the doors, suicide
I came from the bottom, the 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 the whole word like a dirty pirate
To give the club some Miley Cyrus

Now trippin' like they poppin' molly
Up in the club, is you can find me
I do it real big never do it
If you about bullshit please don't remind me
I in this motherfucker just 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, like an

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

Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my
Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my
of in your dreams sleep in my bed
So I don't need your I need my ass kissed
But all my like give me some head
Smoke joints our eyes turn Indian red
Takes shots till our burn
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all let's get it started
The the bill, the bigger you ball
The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the the star
The bigger the chain, the you go, you already know
The the bank that's more hoes, nigga
And I done spent a quarter milli on
Coppin' old schools and puttin' 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 dope
on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy 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 give her beats, I don't give her bread
'Cause we be in the
Bottles on 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 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 yes sire