Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

I'll be everywhere, everybody me
Super, super fresh, what a dope
Hunny on my wrist, couple on my neck
Givenchy, keep the chickens in
All these car keys, drive them to my crib
Dru heel, got slipping on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get a
I give the beats, I don't give a bread

'Cause we be in the
on deck
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 look 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 dammit you the
You the sh*t, yes sir

Montana]
I be everywhere, know me
Catch me in the club hundred on me
I get busy a one line
In the drop getting baby never mind
We gettin' money why you playing it
Pool in the crib you could land a water in it
Slick Rick looking at the
Big Daddy Kane bitch Shakira
One point custom made car
Me and Will table like the bar
I love bad bitches my fuckin' problem
And I give 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 globe with no problemo
Been rocking coats my first demo
And now I'm hoes in the contine-no
And I done me slidin' out my dope ride
I open up the doors,
I came from the bottom, the side
I it to the top cuz I do it fly
Feelin' fuckin' lucky like the fuckin'
I see the whole game from my third
I tour the whole word like a pirate
To give the whole club Miley Cyrus

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

I'll be everywhere, everybody me
Super, fresh, what a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my
Givenchy, the chickens in check (ay)
All these car keys, 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 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 I'mma it up
Like god dammit, god
I'm myself

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 dammit you the
God dammit you the
You the sh*t, yes sir

[Wiz
in my hand, Rollie on my wrist
Got a of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist
Women in your sleep in my bed
So I don't need brains I need my ass kissed
But all my like give me some head
Smoke till our eyes turn Indian red
Takes shots 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 bigger the that's more hoes, nigga
And I done spent a quarter on clothes
Coppin' them 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, couple karats on my
Givenchy, the chickens in check
All these car keys, drive them to my crib
Dru heel, got slipping in my bed
She give me IQ, that she get a head
I give the beats, so don't give a bread

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

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