Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

And she keep me; you know you the shit
throw your hands up, that's if you the shit
Walk up in the club and they I was the shit
on everybody that's up in this bitch
You you the shit
You know you the
You know you the
You know you the
I know I'm the

Pledge Allegiance to the shit, hands where ya are
fact, salute the shit, hands where ya parts are
Still make a fuckin' movie, girls what their parts are
I get in the whip, who needs a smart car?
Call me when real beef, fuck alla this tartar
Niggas touch key, 'cept for when they start cars
They just talkin' out they ass, those are bars
I bring the wherever you pop tarts are
Play with funeral, getcha ass
You should shut you ass up, raspberry
Just got Rolls Royce
So this man,
Got chasin' a ghost; Ms. Pacman
I y'all listenin'
I trace all
I buyin' to match my baseball caps
and navy joint
Let's watch the
I'm big deposits
You gettin' bank
You lil just remember that you ain't me
Write ya award speech and forget to thank me

What an I to do
try to be me on wax
These fuckin' Madame

And you I'm the shit
And you know it don't matter think about, bitch
'Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, nobody like me
Ladies askin' like; "Trigga one night, please"

Ain't getting' married, but I am the best man
I be the greatest
I can't except less than
I had of 'em
And that's just in a
They all swallow and gobble; it digestion
Women on my sac; call it dickonics
The shit read until it's hooked on phonic
I'ma brag at ya shawty; you I probably had her
I'ma born
Porn star; a ghetto gagger
Rockin' platinum, I got the plaque
Still I drop 30 up at Sacs
I made it out,
You how the hood be
I got the game sewed up like some weed
You got it all fucked up like a front
I got the girls gettin' low a bass drum
I got some shit
You on a bitch
Grab ya purse,
Get ya
I'm a dickhead
They me arrogant
One ... what the fuck you starin' at?
I'm the shit, boy
You can ask ya girl
I'm gon' hold ... that's until I get my own girl

And you I'm the shit
And you know it don't matter whatchu think about,
ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me
Ladies askin' questions "Trigga one night, please"

I made 'em a believer, now my head big;
Like 'em with ass big; Trina
Beat it up in private, and they it
So I'm Ikein', call 'em
Me, her and her
They dykin'; have you seen
I swear I'm doper then mu'fuckas realize
Hit the club; all
seal eyes
I am on earth
I'm live in heaven
Come fly wit me; MJ
Look in the mirror and it's clearer it has been
I talk shit to the homie he my glass twin
I say "don't let the get of me
They want them of me, but I'm so much better
Aye, you how it better be
I'ma sail past niggas; cruise to a sea
Same light, same night, but I'm in a B
Plus my hoe hotter than sweater be
And she talk dirty like a thrown berretta be

Now and fuck wit 'im
And if you don't really, I don't a fuck, nigga
I'm on
So me if you can
And if you ain't know, I don't really a damn
Shout out to the girls in the club asses
Shout out to the
And with the furniture plastic
Now we wads of the cash in the plastic
I got this shit mastered

And you know I'm the
And you know it don't whatchu think about, bitch
ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me
Ladies askin' like; "Trigga one night, please"
Ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't like me
Ain't nobody, nobody, ain't nobody like me
Ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody me
askin' questions like; "Trigga one night, please"