Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

Now tell me how you it, you know you at the top
When 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 tell you something you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire 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 circle, I'm not with different 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 is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all bitches find a pole
Plus I been sippin', so this shit is movin' 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 only 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 some in this bitch
And I got my B's me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, I shoot first

me on the fresh 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 into pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got chest
And you niggas know I rep my gang Jesse James
are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell on the fuckin' plane
Skinny pants and Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my 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 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 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 me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, because I shoot

Uh, how do he say what's said?
Beautiful woman,
I bet that look better red
Limpin' off
'cause I more off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Birdman Junior, grade
on automatic start
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback
Wildcat offense, the paw prints
We in the building, you niggas in
No-now, c'mon, be my blood
Flo' so nice, you ain't put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the fall under that
Damn, you stumbled at?
From where make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping
But you know me, I get on this 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 right it
We on, it's Young Money,
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 don't bust back, because I shoot

(We on, young young baby)