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 fuck with Hollywood Co.?
I'm with G, bro
Flying chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you prolly know
This that Slumdog Bollywood flow
And uh, my real friends hearin' from me
Fake friends write the wrong on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I don't get confused
I got a small circle, I'm not different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different
Live in the same building, but we got different
I got a cars I never 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 a pole
I been sippin', so this shit is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my girl to her friend that it's time to go

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 it, motherfucker, all right
Now show some money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me some honey in this 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 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 wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin'
pants 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 just in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the
You niggas can't see me, but overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no where it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but push me

N, now tell me how you it
You know you at the top only heaven's right above it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now show some money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya
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 look better red
Limpin' off
'cause I more off my second leg
Birdman Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on start
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 ain't put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small fall that
Damn, where you at?
From they make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jack
But you know me, I get on this bitch and a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' short of
President Carter, Young democrat

Now tell me how you 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 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 don't bust back, I shoot first

(We on, young mula baby)