Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

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

'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 myself

up in the mirror
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

[French
I be everywhere, everybody me
Catch me in the hundred bottles on me
I get busy a one line
In the drop getting head never mind
We gettin' money why you with it
Pool in the crib you could land a water in it
Slick Rick at the mirror
Big Kane bitch like Shakira
One point custom made car
Me and Will table looking the bar
I love bad that's my fuckin' problem
And I don't give a fuck that's my problem

[will.i.am]
And I don't a fuck that's my whole M-O
I rock the whole globe with no
rocking coats since my first demo
And now I'm banging in the contine-no
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 cuz I do it fly
Feelin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish
I see the whole game from my Iris
I tour the whole word a dirty pirate
To give the whole club some Miley

[Miley
Now everybody trippin' they poppin' molly
Up in the club, is you find 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 that twerk
Shake, that as* like a, like an expert
Shake, shake that as* like a, like an

be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, what a styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my
Givenchy, the chickens in check (ay)
All these car keys, drive chickens to my crib (ay)
Jewel heel, got somebody in my bed (ay)
She me IQ, that mean she get a head
I just 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 throw it up
god dammit, god dammit
I'm feeling

Look up in the
The look 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

Khalifa]
Doobie in my hand, on my wrist
Got a bottle of that thousand dollar in my fist
Women in your dreams in my bed
So I don't need your I need my ass kissed
But all my homies give me some head
Smoke joints till our turn 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 the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the star
The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you know
The bigger the bank that's hoes, nigga
And I done a quarter milli on clothes
Coppin' them oldschools and foriegns on the road
Real and if my fuel get low
I roll up joint take a shot and reload, pow

I'll be everywhere, know me
Super, super fresh, what a styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my
Givenchy, the chickens in check
All car keys, drive them chickens to my crib
Dru heel, got somebody in my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get a
I just give the beats, so don't 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
god dammit, god dammit
I'm feeling

Look up in the
The look 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