Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

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

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

[French
I be everywhere, know me
me in the club hundred bottles on me
I get busy like a one
In the drop getting head baby mind
We gettin' why you playing with it
Pool in the crib you land a water plane in it
Slick looking at the mirror
Big Kane bitch 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 give a fuck that's my whole M-O
I rock the whole globe with no
Been rocking coats since my demo
And now I'm banging hoes in the
And I seen me slidin' out my dope ride
I up the doors, suicide
I from 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 from my third Iris
I the whole word like a dirty pirate
To give the whole club some Cyrus

Cyrus]
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 make it
I get on the floor just to make that twerk
Shake, shake as* like a, like an expert
Shake, that as* like a, like an expert

be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, what a styling
on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy, keep the in check (ay)
All these car keys, drive them to my crib (ay)
Jewel heel, got somebody in my bed (ay)
She give me IQ, that 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

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 dammit you the
You the sh*t, yes sir

[Wiz
in my hand, Rollie on my wrist
Got a bottle of that thousand champagne in my fist
Women in your dreams in my bed
So I don't need your brains I my ass kissed
But all my like give me some head
Smoke joints our eyes turn Indian red
Takes shots till our chests
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this get it started
The bigger the bill, the you ball
The the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the star
The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you already
The the bank that's more hoes, nigga
And I done spent a milli on clothes
Coppin' them oldschools and 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 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 in my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get a
I just give the beats, so don't 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
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