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 else really fuck with Hollywood Co.?
I'm with G, bro
Flying chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna you something that you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Bollywood flow
And uh, my friends never hearin' from me
Fake friends 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 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 club and all them bitches find a
Plus I been sippin', so shit is movin' kinda slow
tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go

Now tell me how you it
You know you at the top when heaven's right above it
We on, it's Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in 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 bust back, because I shoot first

me on the fresh train
Yes, I'm in the building, you on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a fuck,
Guns you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got chest
And you niggas know I rep my gang like James
Women are possessive, and they possess Wayne
I fly so long 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 playin' in the sand
Uh, wake up and the pussy
You niggas see me, but never overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but push me

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

Uh, how do he say what's never
black woman,
I bet bitch look better red
off tour
'cause I made off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Birdman Junior, grade
on automatic start
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback
Wildcat offense, check the paw
We in the building, you niggas in
No-now, c'mon, be my blood
so nice, you ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small fall that
Damn, you stumbled 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' of that
President Carter, Money democrat

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' it, run from 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 young baby)