Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

I'll be everywhere, everybody me
Super, super fresh, what a dope
on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy, the chickens in check
All these car keys, drive them chickens to my
Dru heel, got slipping on my bed
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
I'mma get it all
And I'mma it up
Like god dammit, god
I'm myself

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

[French
I be everywhere, know me
Catch me in the club bottles on me
I get busy like a one
In the drop getting head baby never
We gettin' money why you with it
Pool in the you could land a water plane in it
Slick looking at the mirror
Big Kane bitch like Shakira
One point custom made car
Me and Will looking like 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 give a fuck that's my whole M-O
I rock the whole globe with no
rocking coats since my first demo
And now I'm banging hoes in the
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 from my third Iris
I the whole word like a dirty pirate
To give the whole club Miley Cyrus

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

I'll be everywhere, know me
Super, super fresh, a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple on my neck
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 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 mirror 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 you the sh*t
You the sh*t, yes sir

Khalifa]
Doobie in my hand, on my wrist
Got a bottle of that thousand champagne 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 me some head
Smoke joints our eyes turn Indian red
shots till our chests burn
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 you go, you already know
The bigger the bank more hoes, nigga
And I spent a quarter milli on clothes
Coppin' them and puttin' foriegns on the road
talk and if my fuel get low
I roll up another joint take a and reload, pow

be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, what a styling
on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy, keep the chickens in
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 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 I'mma it up
god dammit, god dammit
I'm myself

Look up in the
The mirror 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