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
Walk up in the club and knew I was the shit
Shittin' on everybody that's up in bitch
You you the shit
You know you the
You know you the
You you the shit
I I'm the shit

Pledge Allegiance to the shit, hands ya hearts are
Matter fact, salute the shit, hands where ya are
Still make a fuckin' movie, girls what their parts are
I get in the whip, who needs a smart car?
me when it's real beef, fuck alla this tartar
Niggas touch key, 'cept for when they start cars
They just talkin' out they ass, those are fart
I bring the toaster you pop tarts are
Play funeral, getcha ass burried
You shut you fruity ass up, raspberry
Just got Rolls Royce
So black man,
Got bitches a ghost; Ms. Pacman
I know listenin'
I all taps
I Audemars to match my baseball caps
White and joint
Let's watch the
I'm big deposits
You gettin' bank
You lil nigga just remember 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 know I'm the
And you know it don't matter whatchu about, bitch
'Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, nobody like me
askin' questions like; "Trigga one night, please"

Ain't nobody married, but I am the best man
I will be the
I can't except nuttin' than
I had of 'em
And that's just in a
They all swallow and gobble; call it
dance on my sac; call it dickonics
The shit read lips until it's on phonic
I'ma brag at ya shawty; you know I had her
I'ma born
Porn star; she's a gagger
platinum, I never got the plaque
Still I drop 30 grand up at
I made it out,
You how the hood be
I got the game sewed up some good weed
You got it all fucked up like a lace
I got the girls low like a bass drum
I got rich shit
You on a trip
ya purse, nigga
Get ya
I'm a dickhead
They call me
One question ... the fuck you starin' at?
I'm the shit, boy
You can ask ya home
I'm gon' hold yours ... until I get my own girl

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

I made 'em a believer, now my head big;
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 seen
I I'm doper then these mu'fuckas realize
Hit the all balck
seal eyes
I am hell on
I'm tryna live in
fly wit me; MJ 2K11
Look in the mirror and it's clearer it has been
I talk shit to the homie like he my glass
I say "don't let the get of me
They want instead of me, but I'm so much better
Aye, you how it better be
I'ma past niggas; cruise to a better sea
Same light, night, but I'm in a better B
Plus my hoe hotter than sweater be
And she talk dirty a thrown away berretta be

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

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