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 right above it, we on, 'cause we on

Who else tryna fuck with Hollywood Co.?
I'm Marley G, bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood
And I wanna you something that you prolly should know
This Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, my real friends hearin' from me
Fake friends write the 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 walk the path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got views
I got a couple cars I get to use
Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in
And days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a
Plus I been sippin', so this shit is movin' slow
Just tell my girl to tell her that it's time to go

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

Meet me on the fresh
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of names
And all of my do not give a fuck, X-Games
Guns turn you into pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got chest
And you niggas know I rep my like Jesse James
are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so I fell asleep on the fuckin' plane
pants and some Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my in advance, amen
As the world spin and in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm just in the sand
Uh, wake up and the pussy
You niggas can't see me, but never 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 only heaven's right above it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all
Now show some money in this bitch
And I got my with me like 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 never said?
Beautiful woman,
I bet bitch look better red
off tour
'cause I made off my second leg
Birdman Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on automatic
I hand 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 ain't put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small under that
Damn, where you at?
From where they make at
Kane got the fuckin' beat like a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on this and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the of that, nigga, nothin' short of that
President Carter, Money democrat

Now me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all
Now show some money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like 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)