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 tryna with Hollywood Co.?
I'm Marley G, bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood
And I wanna tell you something that you prolly should
This Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, my real friends never from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the for me
why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused
I got a circle, I'm not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on shoes
Live in the building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars I get to use
Don't my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches a pole
I been sippin', so this shit is movin' kinda slow
Just my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go

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 wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in 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 bust back, because I shoot first

Meet me on the train
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 into pussies, sex
And I smoke 'til I got pains
And you niggas know I rep my like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so I fell asleep on the fuckin' plane
Skinny and some Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my in advance, amen
As the world spin and dance in my
Life is a beach, I'm playin' in the sand
Uh, up and smell the pussy
You niggas see me, but never 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 when heaven's right above it
We on, Young 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 with me like 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?
Beautiful woman,
I bet that bitch 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 draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw
We in the building, you in apartments
No-now, c'mon, be my blood
so nice, you ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the fall under 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 this bitch and have a heart
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 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 B's with me like some in this bitch, ya dig? (Soo woo!)
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't back, because I shoot first

(We on, young mula baby)