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

Who really tryna fuck with Hollywood Co.?
I'm Marley G, bro
Flying chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna you something that you prolly should know
that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, my real never hearin' from 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 different
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 down to
I hit the club and all them bitches find a pole
Plus I sippin', so this shit is movin' kinda slow
tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go

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

Meet me on the train
Yes, I'm in the building, you on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not a fuck, X-Games
Guns you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoke I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I asleep on the fuckin' plane
Skinny and some Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my advance in advance,
As the world spin and dance in my
Life is a beach, I'm just in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the
You niggas see me, but never overlook me
I'm on the trail, it ain't no tellin' where it took me
Yeah, and I a killa, but don't push me

N, 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 bees with me like honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, because I first

Uh, how do he say what's said?
Beautiful woman,
I bet that look better red
off tour
'cause I made more off my leg
Birdman Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on automatic
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback
Wildcat offense, the paw prints
We in the building, you in apartments
No-now, c'mon, be my blood
Flo' so nice, you gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small fall under
Damn, you stumbled at?
From where they make at
Kane got the fuckin' beat like a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on this bitch and have a attack
Hip-hop, I'm the of that, nigga, nothin' short of that
President Carter, Young democrat

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' 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 this bitch, ya (Soo woo!)
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, because I first

(We on, young young baby)