Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

I'll be everywhere, everybody me
Super, super fresh, a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my
Givenchy, keep the in check
All these car keys, drive 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 don't a bread

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

Look up in the
The mirror at me
The mirror be like 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

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

[will.i.am]
And I don't give a that's my whole M-O
I rock the whole globe with no
Been rocking 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 came the bottom, the sewer side
I it to the top cuz I do it fly
Feelin' fuckin' lucky like the Irish
I see the whole game from my Iris
I tour the whole like a dirty pirate
To give the whole club some Miley

[Miley
Now everybody trippin' like they poppin'
Up in the club, is you find me
I do it real big never do it
If you that bullshit please don't remind me
I step in this motherfucker just to it work
I get on the floor just to make booty 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, karats on my neck
Givenchy, keep the 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 give the beats, I don't give a bread

'Cause we be in the
Bottles on
And god dammit, god
I'm myself
I'mma 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

[Wiz
Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my
Got a bottle of that thousand dollar in my fist
in your dreams sleep in my bed
So I don't need brains I need my ass kissed
But all my homies like give me some
Smoke till our eyes turn Indian red
Takes shots till our burn
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this let's get it
The bigger the bill, the bigger you
The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the the star
The the chain, the farther you go, you already know
The bigger the bank that's hoes, nigga
And I done spent a quarter milli on
Coppin' oldschools and puttin' foriegns on the road
talk and if my fuel get low
I up another joint take a shot and reload, pow

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

Look up in the
The look 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