Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

I'll be everywhere, everybody me
Super, super fresh, a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, 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 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 throw 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 you the sh*t
God you the sh*t
You the sh*t, yes sir

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

[will.i.am]
And I don't give a fuck that's my M-O
I rock the whole with no problemo
rocking coats since my first demo
And now I'm hoes in the contine-no
And I done seen me slidin' out my 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 game from my Iris
I tour the whole word like a pirate
To give the whole club Miley Cyrus

Cyrus]
Now everybody trippin' like poppin' molly
Up in the club, is where you me
I do it real big never do it
If you bout that bullshit please remind me
I step in this just to make it work
I get on the floor to make that booty twerk
Shake, shake that as* a, like an expert
Shake, shake that as* like a, an expert

be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, 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 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 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
Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my
Got a bottle of that thousand dollar in my fist
Women in your sleep in my bed
So I don't need brains I need my ass kissed
But all my homies like give me head
joints till our eyes turn Indian red
Takes shots till our chests
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all let's get it started
The bigger the bill, the bigger you
The bigger the watch, the 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 a quarter 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

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

'Cause we be in the
Bottles on
And god dammit, god
I'm feeling
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 baby you the
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