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 above it, we on, we on

Who else tryna fuck with Hollywood Co.?
I'm with G, bro
Flying Hollygrove to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire flow
And uh, my real friends never from me
Fake friends the wrong answers 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 the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the building, but we got different views
I got a cars I never get to use
like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is to roll
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 know you at the top when heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money,
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all
Now somebody show money 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 back, because I shoot first

Meet me on the fresh
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of names
And all of my riders do not give a fuck,
turn you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got chest
And you niggas I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin'
Skinny pants and Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my in advance, amen
As the spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the
Uh, up and smell the pussy
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 tell me how you it
You you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money,
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all
Now somebody show 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 never
Beautiful woman,
I bet that bitch better red
Limpin' off
'cause I made more off my leg
Ma'fuckin' Birdman Junior, eleventh
on automatic start
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 blood
Flo' so nice, you gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the fall under that
Damn, where you at?
From where make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' of that
President Carter, Money democrat

Now tell me how you it
You know you at the top when only heaven's above it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in this
And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, ya (Soo woo!)
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't back, because I shoot first

(We on, young young baby)