Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

I'll be everywhere, everybody me
Super, super fresh, what a styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple on my neck
Givenchy, keep the chickens in
All these car keys, them chickens to my crib
Dru heel, got slipping on my bed
She give me IQ, mean she get a head
I just give the beats, I give a bread

we be in the club
Bottles on
And god dammit, god
I'm feeling
I'mma get it all
And I'mma it up
god dammit, god dammit
I'm feeling

up in the mirror
The mirror at me
The mirror be baby you the sh*t
God dammit you the
You the sh*t, you the
God dammit you the
God dammit you the
You the sh*t, yes sir

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

[will.i.am]
And I don't give a that's my whole M-O
I rock the whole globe with no
rocking coats since my first demo
And now I'm hoes in the contine-no
And I done seen me slidin' out my dope
I up the doors, suicide
I came from the bottom, the sewer
I it to the top cuz I do it fly
fuckin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish
I see the whole game my third Iris
I tour the whole like a dirty pirate
To give the whole some Miley Cyrus

Cyrus]
Now trippin' like they poppin' molly
Up in the club, is you find me
I do it big never do it tiny
If you bout that bullshit don't remind me
I step in motherfucker just to make it work
I get on the floor just to make booty twerk
Shake, that as* like a, like an expert
Shake, shake as* like a, like an expert

I'll be everywhere, everybody me
Super, super fresh, what a dope
Hunny on my wrist, karats on my neck
Givenchy, keep the in check (ay)
All these car keys, drive chickens to my crib (ay)
Jewel heel, got slipping in my bed (ay)
She me IQ, that mean she get a head
I just give the beats, I give a bread

we be in the club
Bottles on
And god dammit, god
I'm myself
I'mma get it all
And throw it up
god dammit, god dammit
I'm myself

Look up in the
The mirror at me
The be like baby you the sh*t
God you the sh*t
You the sh*t, you the
God dammit you the
God dammit you the
You the sh*t, yes sir

Khalifa]
Doobie in my hand, on my wrist
Got a bottle of thousand dollar champagne in my fist
Women in dreams sleep in my bed
So I don't need your I need my ass kissed
But all my homies like me some head
Smoke joints till our turn Indian red
Takes shots till our burn
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this let's get it
The bigger the bill, the bigger you
The the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the star
The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you already
The bigger the bank that's hoes, nigga
And I done spent a milli on clothes
Coppin' oldschools and puttin' foriegns on the road
talk and if my fuel get low
I roll up joint take a shot and reload, pow

I'll be everywhere, everybody me
Super, super fresh, what a styling
Hunny on my wrist, karats on my neck
Givenchy, keep the chickens in
All these car keys, drive them chickens to my
Dru heel, got somebody in my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get a
I give the beats, so don't give a bread

'Cause we be in the
Bottles on
And god dammit, god
I'm myself
'Cause get it all
And throw it up
god dammit, god dammit
I'm myself

Look up in the
The mirror at me
The be like baby you the sh*t
God dammit you the
You the sh*t, you the
God dammit you the
God you the sh*t
You the sh*t, yes sir