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

Who else really fuck with Hollywood Co.?
I'm Marley G, bro
Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you that you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood
And uh, my real friends never hearin' me
friends write the wrong 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 with crews
We the same path, but got on different shoes
in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple I never get to use
Don't like my single, I like my chicks in twos
And these all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip and all them bitches find a pole
I been sippin', so this shit is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my to tell her friend that it's time to go

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' wit' it, run it, motherfucker, all right
Now show some money in this bitch
And I got my B's 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

Meet me on the fresh
Yes, I'm in the building, you on the list 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 chest
And you niggas know I rep my like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna Wayne
I been fly so I fell asleep on the fuckin' plane
Skinny pants and Vans
me Triple-A, get my advance in advance, amen
As the world and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm playin' in the sand
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' where it me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but don't me

N, now me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's above it
We on, it's Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all
Now somebody show some in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't back, because I shoot first

Uh, how do he say what's never
black woman,
I bet that look better red
Limpin' off
'cause I made more off my leg
Ma'fuckin' Birdman Junior, grade
Ball on start
I could it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
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 small under that
Damn, you stumbled at?
From where they gumbo at
got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like 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, short of that
President Carter, Young Money

Now me how you love it
You know you at the top when only 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 B's with me like some honey in bitch, ya dig? (Soo woo!)
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't back, because I shoot first

(We on, young young baby)