Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

I'll be everywhere, know me
Super, super fresh, what a dope
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, mean she get a head
I just give the beats, I don't 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
Like god dammit, god
I'm feeling

Look up in the
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

Montana]
I be everywhere, everybody me
Catch me in the club hundred on me
I get busy like a one
In the drop getting head baby mind
We money why you playing with it
Pool in the crib you could land a water in it
Slick Rick looking at the
Big Daddy Kane like Shakira
One point custom made car
Me and Will table like the bar
I bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem
And I give a fuck that's my fuckin' problem

[will.i.am]
And I don't a fuck that's my whole M-O
I rock the globe with no problemo
Been rocking coats since my demo
And now I'm hoes in the contine-no
And I seen 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
Feelin' fuckin' lucky like the Irish
I see the whole from my third Iris
I tour the whole like a dirty pirate
To give the club some Miley Cyrus

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

I'll be everywhere, everybody me
Super, super fresh, a dope styling
on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy, keep the chickens in (ay)
All car keys, drive them chickens to my crib (ay)
Jewel heel, got slipping in my bed (ay)
She me IQ, that 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 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 mirror be 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

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

I'll be everywhere, know me
Super, super fresh, what a styling
Hunny on my wrist, karats on my neck
Givenchy, keep the chickens in
All car keys, drive them chickens to my crib
Dru heel, got slipping 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
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 be like baby you the sh*t
God you the sh*t
You the sh*t, you the
God you the sh*t
God dammit you the
You the sh*t, yes sir