Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

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
All these car keys, drive chickens to my crib
Dru heel, got slipping on my bed
She me IQ, that mean she get a head
I just 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 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

Montana]
I be everywhere, know me
Catch me in the club hundred on me
I get busy like a one
In the drop getting head baby never
We money why you playing with it
in the crib you could land a water plane in it
Slick Rick looking at the
Big Kane bitch like Shakira
One point five custom 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 fuck my whole M-O
I rock the whole globe no problemo
rocking coats since my first demo
And now I'm banging hoes in the
And I seen 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
Feelin' fuckin' lucky the fuckin' Irish
I see the whole game my third Iris
I tour the whole word a dirty pirate
To give the whole club some Cyrus

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

I'll be everywhere, everybody me
Super, super fresh, what a styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple on my neck
Givenchy, keep the chickens in (ay)
All these car keys, drive chickens 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

'Cause we be in the
on deck
And god dammit, god
I'm feeling
'Cause 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 dammit you the
You the sh*t, you the
God dammit you the
God you the sh*t
You the sh*t, yes sir

[Wiz
Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my
Got a bottle of that thousand champagne in my fist
in your dreams sleep in my bed
So I need your brains I need my ass kissed
But all my homies give me some head
Smoke till our eyes turn Indian red
Takes shots our chests burn
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all let's get it started
The bigger the bill, the you ball
The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the
The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you know
The the bank that's more hoes, nigga
And I done spent a quarter milli on
Coppin' them oldschools and puttin' foriegns on the
talk and if my fuel get low
I up another joint take a shot and reload, pow

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

'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 feeling

Look up in the
The look 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