Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

Now tell me how you love it, you 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
Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Bollywood flow
And uh, my real friends never from me
Fake write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not with different
We walk the same path, but got on shoes
Live in the building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars I get to use
Don't like my women single, I my chicks in twos
And days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them find a pole
Plus I been sippin', so this shit is kinda slow
Just tell my to tell her friend that it's time to go

Now me how you love it
You know you at the top when only right above it
We on, Young 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 B's with me like some in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, because I first

me on the fresh train
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the of guest names
And all of my riders do not a fuck, X-Games
turn you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang like James
are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell on the fuckin' plane
Skinny and some 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, wake up and smell the
You niggas can't see me, but overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but don't me

N, now tell me how you it
You know you at the top when only right above it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all
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, because I shoot

Uh, how do he say never said?
Beautiful woman,
I bet bitch look better red
off tour
'cause I made off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Birdman Junior, eleventh
Ball on automatic
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback
offense, check the paw prints
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 fall under that
Damn, you stumbled at?
From where they make at
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping
But you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart
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 when heaven's right above it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
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 don't bust back, I shoot first

(We on, young mula baby)