Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

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

Who else really tryna fuck Hollywood Co.?
I'm with G, bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood
And I wanna tell you something you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire flow
And uh, my friends never hearin' from me
Fake friends write the wrong 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 walk the path, but got on different shoes
Live in the building, but we got different views
I got a cars I never get to use
Don't like my women single, I my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches a pole
Plus I sippin', so this shit is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her 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, Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in 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 just on the list of guest
And all of my do not give a fuck, X-Games
Guns you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got chest
And you niggas I rep my gang like Jesse James
are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin' plane
Skinny pants and some
me Triple-A, get my advance in advance, amen
As the spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the
Uh, up and smell the pussy
You niggas can't see me, but overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it no tellin' where it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but don't me

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

Uh, how do he say what's said?
black woman,
I bet that bitch better red
Limpin' off
'cause I made off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Junior, eleventh grade
on automatic start
I could 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 fall that
Damn, you stumbled at?
where they make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping
But you know me, I get on this and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' 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, it's Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some in this bitch, ya dig? (Soo woo!)
I got my gun in my boo
And I bust back, because I shoot first

(We on, young mula baby)