Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

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

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

[French
I be everywhere, know me
Catch me in the club hundred on me
I get like a one line
In the drop getting head baby never
We gettin' money why you playing it
in the crib you could land a water plane in it
Slick looking at the mirror
Big Kane bitch like Shakira
One five custom made car
Me and Will table like the bar
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin'
And I give a fuck that's my fuckin' problem

[will.i.am]
And I don't give a fuck my whole M-O
I rock the whole globe with no
Been rocking coats since my first
And now I'm banging hoes in the
And I done me slidin' 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' fuckin' lucky like the fuckin'
I see the whole game my third Iris
I tour the whole like a dirty pirate
To give the club some Miley Cyrus

[Miley
Now everybody trippin' they poppin' molly
Up in the club, is where you me
I do it real big never do it
If you that bullshit please don't remind me
I step in this motherfucker just to it work
I get on the floor just to make 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, what a dope
Hunny on my wrist, couple on my neck
Givenchy, keep the in check (ay)
All these car keys, drive chickens to my crib (ay)
Jewel heel, got somebody in my bed (ay)
She give me IQ, mean she get a head
I just the beats, I don't give a bread

we be in the club
Bottles on
And god dammit, god
I'm feeling
'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 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

Khalifa]
Doobie in my hand, on my wrist
Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my
Women in your dreams in my bed
So I need your brains I need my ass kissed
But all my like give me some head
joints till our eyes 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 the chain, the farther you go, you already know
The bigger the bank that's hoes, nigga
And I spent a quarter milli on clothes
Coppin' oldschools and puttin' foriegns on the road
Real and if my fuel get low
I roll up another take a shot and reload, pow

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

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