Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

Now tell me how you love it, you you at the top
When only heaven's right it, we on, 'cause we on

Who else really tryna fuck Hollywood Co.?
I'm with G, bro
Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna you something that you prolly should know
This that Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, my real friends never from me
friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I don't get confused
I got a circle, I'm not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on shoes
in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars I get to use
Don't like my women single, I like my in twos
And these days all the girls is to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches a pole
Plus I been sippin', so this shit is movin' 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 when only heaven's above it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody some money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, because I shoot

me on the fresh train
Yes, I'm in the building, you on the list of guest names
And all of my do not give a fuck, X-Games
Guns you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got pains
And you niggas I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they possess Wayne
I fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin' plane
Skinny 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 playin' in the
Uh, wake up and the pussy
You niggas can't see me, but overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no where it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but push me

N, 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 runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in this
And I got my bees 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

Uh, how do he say never said?
black woman,
I bet that bitch look red
off tour
'cause I made off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on start
I could hand it to Drake or do a draw
offense, check 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 fall that
Damn, where you at?
From where they gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping
But you know me, I get on bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' short of
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 runnin' wit' it, run it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in this
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, because I first

(We on, young mula baby)