Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

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

Who else really fuck with Hollywood Co.?
I'm Marley G, bro
Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you should know
that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, my real never hearin' from me
friends write the wrong answers 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
in the same building, but we got different 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 down to
I hit the strip club and all bitches find a pole
Plus I been sippin', so this shit is movin' kinda
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that time to go

Now tell me how you 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 it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody some money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, ya
I got my gun in my boo
And I bust back, because I shoot 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 give a fuck,
Guns turn you boys pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang like James
Women are possessive, and they possess Wayne
I been fly so I fell asleep on the fuckin' plane
Skinny pants and some
me Triple-A, get my advance in advance, amen
As the spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm just in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the
You can't see me, but never overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but don't me

N, now me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's above it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some 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, because I first

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

Now tell me how you it
You know you at the top when heaven's right above it
We on, Young 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 honey in 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)