Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

I'll be everywhere, everybody me
Super, super fresh, what a dope
Hunny on my wrist, karats on my neck
Givenchy, keep the chickens in
All these car keys, drive them chickens to my
Dru heel, got somebody on my bed
She me IQ, that mean she get a head
I give the beats, I 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 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 you the sh*t
God you the sh*t
You the sh*t, yes sir

Montana]
I be everywhere, everybody me
Catch me in the club hundred on me
I get busy a one line
In the drop getting head baby mind
We gettin' money why you with it
Pool in the crib you could land a plane in it
Slick looking at the mirror
Big Daddy bitch like Shakira
One point custom made car
Me and table looking like the bar
I bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem
And I don't give a fuck that's my problem

[will.i.am]
And I don't give a fuck that's my M-O
I rock the whole globe no problemo
Been rocking coats my first demo
And now I'm banging hoes in the
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 whole from my third Iris
I tour the whole word like a dirty
To give the whole some Miley Cyrus

[Miley
Now trippin' 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 don't me
I step in this motherfucker just to it work
I get on the floor to make that booty twerk
Shake, shake as* like a, like an expert
Shake, that as* like a, like an expert

I'll be everywhere, everybody me
Super, super fresh, a dope styling
on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy, the chickens in check (ay)
All these car keys, drive chickens to my crib (ay)
heel, got somebody slipping in my bed (ay)
She give me IQ, mean she get a head
I just give the beats, I 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
Like god dammit, god
I'm myself

up in the mirror
The mirror at me
The be like baby you the sh*t
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

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 don't your brains I need my ass kissed
But all my homies like me some head
Smoke joints till our turn Indian red
shots till our chests burn
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this let's get it
The bigger the bill, the you ball
The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the the star
The the chain, the farther you go, you already know
The bigger the that's more hoes, nigga
And I done a quarter milli on clothes
Coppin' them oldschools and puttin' foriegns on the
Real and if my fuel get low
I roll up another joint take a and reload, pow

I'll be everywhere, know me
Super, fresh, what a dope styling
on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy, the chickens in check
All these car keys, drive them to my crib
Dru heel, got somebody 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 feeling
'Cause get it all
And I'mma it up
god dammit, god dammit
I'm feeling

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