Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

I'll be everywhere, everybody me
Super, super fresh, what a dope
on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy, keep the chickens in
All these car keys, them 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 give a bread

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

up in the mirror
The mirror at me
The mirror be like 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

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

[will.i.am]
And I don't give a 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 done seen me slidin' out my dope
I open up the doors,
I came the bottom, the sewer side
I it to the top cuz I do it fly
Feelin' fuckin' like the fuckin' Irish
I see the whole game my third Iris
I tour the word like a dirty pirate
To give the club some Miley Cyrus

[Miley
Now everybody trippin' like 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 that as* a, like an expert
Shake, that as* like a, like an expert

be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, fresh, what a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my
Givenchy, keep the chickens in (ay)
All these car keys, drive them chickens to my (ay)
heel, got somebody slipping in my bed (ay)
She give me IQ, that mean she get a
I just give the beats, I give a bread

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

up in the mirror
The mirror at me
The mirror be 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

Khalifa]
Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my
Got a bottle of thousand dollar champagne in my fist
Women in your sleep in my bed
So I don't need your I need my ass kissed
But all my homies like me some head
Smoke joints our eyes turn Indian red
Takes shots till our 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 bigger the chain, the farther you go, you know
The bigger the that's more hoes, nigga
And I done spent a quarter milli on
them oldschools and puttin' foriegns on the road
Real talk and if my get low
I roll up another take a shot and reload, pow

I'll be everywhere, everybody me
Super, super fresh, what a dope
Hunny on my wrist, couple on my neck
Givenchy, the chickens in check
All these car keys, them chickens to my crib
Dru heel, got slipping in my bed
She me IQ, that 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 myself

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