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 above it, we on, we on

Who really tryna fuck with Hollywood Co.?
I'm with G, bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my shows
And I wanna tell you something you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire flow
And uh, my real friends never hearin' me
Fake friends write the 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 different
Live in the same building, but we got views
I got a couple I never get to use
Don't my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches a pole
I been sippin', so this shit is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that time to go

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 show some money in this bitch
And I got my B's 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

Meet me on the fresh
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest
And all of my riders do not a fuck, X-Games
turn you boys into 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 possess Wayne
I been fly so long I asleep on the fuckin' plane
Skinny and some Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my advance in advance,
As the spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm playin' in the sand
Uh, up and smell the pussy
You can't see me, but never overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it no tellin' where it took me
Yeah, and I a killa, but don't push me

N, 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 runnin' wit' it, run it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show 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 back, because I shoot first

Uh, how do he say never said?
Beautiful woman,
I bet that look better red
Limpin' off
'cause I made more off my leg
Birdman Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on automatic
I could it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, the paw prints
We in the building, you in apartments
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 where they make at
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' a jumping jack
But you me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' of that
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' wit' it, run it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in bitch
And I got my B's with me like some 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 young baby)