Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

I'll be everywhere, everybody me
Super, super fresh, a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my
Givenchy, keep the chickens in
All these car keys, drive them 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

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

Look up in the
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 you the sh*t
You the sh*t, yes sir

[French
I be everywhere, know me
Catch me in the club hundred on me
I get like a one line
In the drop getting baby never mind
We gettin' why you playing with it
Pool in the crib you could land a water in it
Slick Rick at the mirror
Big Daddy bitch like Shakira
One point five made car
Me and Will looking like the bar
I love bad that's my fuckin' problem
And I don't give a fuck 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 since my demo
And now I'm banging in the contine-no
And I done seen me slidin' out my dope
I up the doors, suicide
I from the bottom, the sewer side
I it to the top cuz I do it fly
fuckin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish
I see the whole game from my Iris
I tour the whole like a dirty pirate
To give the club some Miley Cyrus

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

be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my
Givenchy, the chickens in check (ay)
All these car keys, drive them chickens to my (ay)
Jewel heel, got somebody in my bed (ay)
She give me IQ, that mean she get a
I give the beats, I don't give a bread

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

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

[Wiz
Doobie in my hand, on my wrist
Got a of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist
Women in your dreams in my bed
So I don't your brains I need my ass kissed
But all my homies give me some head
Smoke joints till our eyes Indian red
shots till our chests burn
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all let's get it started
The bigger the bill, the bigger you
The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the the star
The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you know
The bigger the bank that's more hoes,
And I done a quarter milli on clothes
Coppin' them and puttin' foriegns on the road
Real talk and if my get low
I roll up another joint take a and reload, pow

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

we be in the club
Bottles on
And god dammit, god
I'm myself
'Cause get it all
And I'mma it up
Like god dammit, god
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 you the sh*t
God dammit you the
You the sh*t, yes sir