Luyện nghe bài hát Feelin' Myself

I be everybody know me
Super, fresh with a dope styling
on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy the chickens in check
All these car drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, mean she get ahead
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 myself
'Cause I'm get it all
And I'm a throw it up like god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin'
up in the mirror, the mirror look at me
The mirror be like baby you the shit god
You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god
You the god dammit, you the shit, you the shit

I be everywhere, everybody me
me in the club hundred bottles on me
I get busy like a one
In the drop head baby never mind
We gettin' money why you with it
Pool in the crib you could land a plane in it
Rick looking at the mirror
Big Kane bitch Like Shakira
1.5 made car
Me and Will table like the bar
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin'
And I give a fuck that's my fuckin' problem

And I don't give a that's my whole M.O
I the whole globe with no problemo
Been rocking since 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 from the bottom, the sewer side
I it to the top 'Cause I do it fly
Feelin' fuckin' lucky like the Irish
I see the whole game from my third
I tour the word like a dirty pirate
To the whole club some Miley Cyrus

Now everybody trippin' like poppin' molly
Up in the club, is you can find me
I do it real big do it tiny
If you that bullshit please don't remind me
I step in this motherfucker just to it work
I get on the floor to make that booty twerk
Shake, shake that ass like a, like an
Shake, shake that ass a, like an expert

I be everybody know me
Super, super fresh with a dope
Hunny on my wrist, karats on my neck
Givenchy the chickens in check
All these car keys them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she 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 myself
'Cause I'm 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 shit god
You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the

Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my
Got a of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist
Women of in your sleep in my bed
So I need your brains I need my ass kissed
But all my homies like give me some
Smoke till our eyes turn Indian red
Takes shots till our burn
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all let's 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 you go, you already know
The the bank that's more hoes, nigga
And I done spent a quarter milli on
them 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 know me
Super, super fresh with a dope
Hunny on my wrist, couple on my neck
keep the chickens in check
All these car keys drive them to my crib
Dru Hill? Got sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get
I just give her beats, I don't give her
'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 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 yes sire