Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

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

Pledge to the shit, hands where ya hearts are
fact, salute the shit, hands where ya parts are
Still make a fuckin' movie, girls know what parts are
I get brain in the whip, who a smart car?
Call me when it's real beef, fuck this tartar
Niggas don't touch key, 'cept for when they cars
They just talkin' out they ass, those are fart
I bring the toaster you pop tarts are
Play with funeral, getcha ass
You should shut you ass up, raspberry
Just got that Rolls
So this man,
Got bitches chasin' a ghost; Ms.
I y'all listenin'
I all taps
I buyin' Audemars to my baseball caps
White and navy
Let's watch the
I'm big deposits
You gettin' fees
You lil nigga just that you ain't me
Write ya award speech and don't to thank me

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

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

Ain't getting' married, but I am the best man
I will be the
I except nuttin' less than
I had of 'em
And that's in a section
They all swallow and gobble; it digestion
Women on my sac; call it dickonics
The read lips until it's hooked on phonic
I'ma brag at ya shawty; you know I had her
I'ma born
Porn star; a ghetto gagger
platinum, I never got the plaque
Still I 30 grand up at Sacs
I it out, nigga
You know how the be
I got the game sewed up some good weed
You got it all up like a lace front
I got the girls gettin' low like a bass
I got some shit
You on a trip
Grab ya purse,
Get ya
I'm suck a
They call me
One question ... what the you starin' at?
I'm the shit, boy
You can ask ya home
I'm gon' hold yours ... that's until I get my own

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

I 'em a believer, now my head big; Gina
Like 'em they 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 'em?
I swear I'm doper these mu'fuckas realize
Hit the all balck
seal eyes
I am hell on
I'm live in heaven
Come fly wit me; MJ
Look in the mirror and it's than 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 cruise to a better sea
Same light, same night, but I'm in a B
Plus my hoe than Huxtable sweater be
And she talk like a thrown away berretta be

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

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