Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

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

Who else really tryna fuck with Co.?
I'm Marley G, bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood
And I wanna you something that you prolly should know
that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, my real friends never hearin' me
Fake friends the wrong answers on the mirror for me
why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not with different
We the same 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 my chicks in twos
And days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a
Plus I been sippin', so this shit is movin' slow
Just my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go

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 show money in this 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 don't bust back, because I first

Meet me on the train
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 boys into pussies, sex
And I smoke I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse
Women are possessive, and they possess Wayne
I been fly so long I asleep on the fuckin' plane
Skinny and some Vans
me Triple-A, get my advance in advance, amen
As the spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm playin' in the sand
Uh, wake up and the pussy
You niggas see me, but never overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it no tellin' where 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 heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money,
If you ain't runnin' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in 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 said?
black woman,
I bet that bitch better red
Limpin' off
I made more off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Birdman Junior, grade
on automatic start
I hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, the paw prints
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 small fall under
Damn, where you at?
From they make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on this bitch and a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' of that
Carter, Young Money democrat

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 wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some honey in bitch, ya dig? (Soo woo!)
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, because I first

(We on, young mula baby)