Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

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

'Cause we be in the
on deck
And god dammit, god
I'm feeling
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 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

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

[will.i.am]
And I don't give a fuck that's my M-O
I rock the whole with no problemo
Been rocking coats my first demo
And now I'm banging in the contine-no
And I done 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
fuckin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish
I see the whole game from my Iris
I tour the whole word like a pirate
To give the whole some Miley Cyrus

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

I'll be everywhere, everybody me
Super, fresh, what a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple on my neck
Givenchy, the chickens in check (ay)
All these car keys, drive them to my crib (ay)
Jewel heel, got slipping in my bed (ay)
She give me IQ, that she get a head
I just give the beats, I don't a bread

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

up in the mirror
The look at me
The be like 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
in my hand, Rollie on my wrist
Got a bottle of that thousand champagne in my fist
Women in your sleep in my bed
So I need your brains I need my ass kissed
But all my homies like give me head
Smoke joints our eyes turn Indian red
shots till our chests burn
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all let's get it started
The bigger the bill, the bigger you
The the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the star
The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you already
The bigger the bank more hoes, nigga
And I done spent a milli on clothes
Coppin' them oldschools and puttin' foriegns on the
talk and if my fuel get low
I roll up joint take a shot and reload, pow

be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, fresh, what a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, karats on my neck
Givenchy, keep the chickens in
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 just the beats, so 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 throw it up
Like god dammit, god
I'm myself

Look up in the
The mirror 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