Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

Now me how you love it, you know you at the top
When only right above it, we on, 'cause we on

Who else really tryna fuck with Co.?
I'm Marley G, bro
Flying Hollygrove to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you prolly know
This that Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, my friends never hearin' from me
Fake friends write the wrong on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit
I got a small circle, I'm not with crews
We walk the path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got views
I got a couple cars I get to use
Don't like my women single, I like my in twos
And these days all the girls is to roll
I hit the club and all them bitches find a pole
Plus I been sippin', so this shit is movin' kinda
Just my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go

Now tell me how you it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in this
And I got my B's with me like honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, because I shoot

Meet me on the fresh
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of names
And all of my riders do not a fuck, X-Games
Guns turn you into pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got chest
And you know I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin'
Skinny pants and Vans
me Triple-A, get my advance in advance, amen
As the world spin and dance in my
Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the
Uh, wake up and the pussy
You niggas can't see me, but overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but push me

N, now tell me how you it
You know you at the top when only right above it
We on, it's Young Money,
If you ain't runnin' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in this
And I got my bees with me like some in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, I shoot first

Uh, how do he say what's never
Beautiful woman,
I bet bitch look better red
off tour
'cause I made more off my leg
Ma'fuckin' Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on start
I could hand it to Drake or do a draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw
We in the building, you niggas in
No-now, c'mon, be my donor
Flo' so nice, you ain't put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the fall under that
Damn, where you at?
where they make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping
But you me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' short of
President Carter, Young Money

Now me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's above it
We on, it's Young Money,
If you ain't runnin' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody some money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like honey in this bitch, ya dig? (Soo woo!)
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, because I shoot

(We on, young young baby)