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 heaven's right it, we on, 'cause we on

Who really tryna fuck with Hollywood Co.?
I'm with 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 real friends hearin' from me
Fake write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit
I got a circle, I'm not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on shoes
Live in the same building, but we got views
I got a couple cars I get to use
Don't my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down to
I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a
Plus I sippin', so this shit is movin' kinda slow
Just my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go

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

Meet me on the fresh
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest
And all of my do not give a fuck, X-Games
Guns turn you boys pussies, sex change
And I 'til I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin'
Skinny pants and some
Call me Triple-A, get my in advance, amen
As the world spin and dance in my
Life is a beach, I'm just in the sand
Uh, up and smell the pussy
You niggas can't see me, but never me
I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but push me

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

Uh, how do he say what's said?
black woman,
I bet that bitch better red
Limpin' off
'cause I more off my second leg
Birdman Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on automatic
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 gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the fall under that
Damn, you stumbled at?
From they make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat like a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, short of that
President Carter, Young democrat

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

(We on, young mula baby)