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 right above it, we on, 'cause we on

Who else really tryna with Hollywood Co.?
I'm with G, bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my shows
And I wanna tell you something that you should know
This that Slumdog Bollywood flow
And uh, my real friends never hearin' me
friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not different crews
We walk the same path, but got on 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 in twos
And these days all the girls is to roll
I hit the strip club and all bitches find a pole
Plus I been sippin', so shit is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's to go

Now tell me how you 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 somebody show some 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 guest
And all of my riders do not a fuck, X-Games
Guns turn you boys pussies, sex change
And I smoke I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse
Women are possessive, and they wanna Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the plane
Skinny and some Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my advance in advance,
As the world spin and in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm playin' in the sand
Uh, up and smell the pussy
You niggas can't see me, but never 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 tell me how you 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 it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, I shoot first

Uh, how do he say what's said?
Beautiful woman,
I bet that look better red
off tour
'cause I made off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Junior, eleventh grade
on automatic start
I could hand it to Drake or do a draw
Wildcat offense, the paw prints
We in the building, you niggas in
No-now, c'mon, be my donor
Flo' so nice, you gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the fall under that
Damn, you stumbled at?
From where make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' a jumping jack
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, Young democrat

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

(We on, young mula baby)