Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

I'll be everywhere, know me
Super, fresh, what a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple on my neck
Givenchy, the chickens in check
All these car keys, drive them to my crib
Dru heel, got somebody on my bed
She give me IQ, that she get a head
I just give the beats, I don't a bread

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

Look up in the
The look at me
The mirror be like baby you the
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

Montana]
I be everywhere, everybody me
Catch me in the club bottles on me
I get busy a one line
In the drop head baby never mind
We gettin' money why you playing it
Pool in the crib you could land a plane in it
Slick Rick looking at the
Big Kane bitch like Shakira
One point five made car
Me and Will looking like the bar
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin'
And I don't give a that's my fuckin' problem

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

[Miley
Now everybody like they poppin' molly
Up in the club, is where you me
I do it real big do it tiny
If you bout that bullshit please remind me
I step in motherfucker just to make it work
I get on the floor to make that booty twerk
Shake, shake that as* like a, like an
Shake, shake that as* a, like an expert

I'll be everywhere, know me
Super, super fresh, what a dope
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my
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 give me IQ, mean she get a head
I just give the beats, I don't a bread

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

up in the mirror
The look at me
The mirror be like 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

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 brains I need my ass kissed
But all my like give me some head
Smoke joints till our eyes 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 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' them and puttin' foriegns on the road
Real talk and if my get low
I up another joint take a shot and reload, pow

be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, a dope styling
on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy, the chickens in check
All these car keys, drive chickens to my crib
Dru heel, got somebody in my bed
She me IQ, that mean she get a head
I just give the beats, so don't 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

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