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 else really tryna fuck with Co.?
I'm with G, bro
Flying chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood
And uh, my real never hearin' from 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 small circle, I'm not different crews
We walk the same path, but got on shoes
Live in the same building, but we got views
I got a couple cars I get to use
Don't like my single, I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down to
I hit the strip club and all bitches find a pole
Plus I 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 you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money,
If you ain't wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't back, because 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 boys pussies, sex change
And I smoke I got chest pains
And you niggas I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess
I been fly so long I asleep on the fuckin' plane
pants and some Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my advance in advance,
As the world 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 no tellin' 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, it's Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody some money 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, I shoot first

Uh, how do he say what's said?
black woman,
I bet that look better red
Limpin' off
'cause I made more off my leg
Ma'fuckin' Birdman Junior, eleventh
Ball on automatic
I could it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw
We in the building, you in apartments
No-now, c'mon, be my donor
so nice, you ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the fall under that
Damn, where you at?
From they make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jack
But you me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' short of
President Carter, Young democrat

Now me how you love it
You know you at the top only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Money, motherfucker
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 with me some honey 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 mula baby)