Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

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

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

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

[will.i.am]
And I give a fuck that's my whole M-O
I rock the whole with no problemo
Been rocking coats my first demo
And now I'm banging in the contine-no
And I done me slidin' out my dope ride
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 game from my third Iris
I tour the whole word like a dirty
To give the whole club Miley Cyrus

Cyrus]
Now everybody trippin' like they poppin'
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 just to make booty twerk
Shake, shake that as* like a, an expert
Shake, shake that as* a, like an expert

I'll be everywhere, everybody me
Super, super fresh, what a styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my
Givenchy, keep the chickens in (ay)
All car keys, drive them chickens to my crib (ay)
Jewel heel, got slipping in my bed (ay)
She give me IQ, that mean she get a
I just give the beats, I don't give a

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

Look up in the
The look 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

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

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

we be in the club
Bottles on
And god dammit, god
I'm myself
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 baby you the
God you the sh*t
You the sh*t, you the
God dammit you the
God you the sh*t
You the sh*t, yes sir