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 only heaven's above it, we on, 'cause we on

Who really tryna fuck with Hollywood 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 flow
And uh, my real friends never hearin' me
Fake friends write the answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I get shit confused
I got a circle, I'm not with different crews
We the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got views
I got a couple I never get to use
like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a
I been sippin', so this shit is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's to go

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 wit' 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 bust back, because I shoot first

Meet me on the train
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 I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the plane
Skinny and some Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my in advance, amen
As the spin and dance in my hands
is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the
You niggas can't see me, but never me
I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' it took 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 only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Money, motherfucker
If you ain't wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now show some money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I bust back, because I shoot first

Uh, how do he say what's never
Beautiful woman,
I bet that bitch look red
Limpin' off
I made more off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Junior, eleventh grade
on automatic start
I could it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw
We in the building, you niggas in
No-now, c'mon, be my blood
Flo' so nice, you gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small fall that
Damn, you stumbled at?
From where they make at
got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' of that
President Carter, Young democrat

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 B's with me like some honey in bitch, ya dig? (Soo woo!)
I got my gun in my boo
And I bust back, because I shoot first

(We on, young young baby)