Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

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
All car keys, drive them chickens to my crib
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 feeling
'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 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

Montana]
I be everywhere, everybody me
Catch me in the hundred bottles on me
I get like a one line
In the drop getting head baby mind
We gettin' money why you with it
Pool in the you could land a water plane in it
Slick looking at the mirror
Big Kane bitch like Shakira
One point five custom car
Me and Will table like the bar
I bad bitches 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 globe with no
rocking coats since my first demo
And now I'm hoes in the contine-no
And I seen 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 Irish
I see the whole game my third Iris
I the whole word like a dirty pirate
To give the whole club some Miley

[Miley
Now everybody trippin' like they molly
Up in the club, is you find me
I do it real big never do it
If you bout that bullshit don't remind me
I step in this motherfucker just to make it
I get on the floor just to that booty twerk
Shake, shake as* like a, like an expert
Shake, shake that as* like a, an expert

be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, what a dope
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 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 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 dammit you the
You the sh*t, yes sir

[Wiz
Doobie in my hand, on my wrist
Got a of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist
in your dreams sleep in my bed
So I don't need your brains I need my ass
But all my like give me some head
Smoke joints our eyes turn Indian red
shots till our chests burn
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this get it started
The bigger the bill, the bigger you
The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the
The bigger the chain, the you go, you already know
The bigger the that's more hoes, nigga
And I done spent a quarter on clothes
Coppin' oldschools and puttin' foriegns on the road
talk and if my fuel get low
I up another joint take a shot and reload, pow

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

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 like baby you the
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