Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

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

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 their parts are
I get brain in the whip, who 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, are fart bars
I bring the toaster wherever you pop are
with 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 trace all
I buyin' to match my baseball caps
White and joint
Let's the Yankees
I'm big deposits
You gettin' bank
You lil nigga remember that you ain't me
ya award speech and don't forget to thank me

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

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

Ain't nobody married, but I am the best man
I will be the
I can't nuttin' less than
I had of 'em
And that's just in a
They all swallow and gobble; it digestion
dance on my sac; call it dickonics
The read lips until it's hooked on phonic
I'ma brag at ya shawty; you I probably had her
born star
Porn star; she's a ghetto
Rockin' platinum, I got the plaque
Still I drop 30 up at Sacs
I it out, nigga
You know how the be
I got the game up like some good weed
You got it all fucked up like a lace
I got the girls gettin' low like a drum
I got some rich
You on a bitch
Grab ya purse,
Get ya
I'm a dickhead
They me arrogant
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 matter whatchu think about, bitch
ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me
Ladies questions like; "Trigga one night, please"

I made 'em a believer, now my head Gina
Like 'em with they ass Trina
Beat it up in private, and like it
So I'm Ikein', 'em Tina
Me, her and her
They dykin'; have you seen
I swear I'm doper these mu'fuckas realize
Hit the all balck
seal eyes
I am on earth
I'm live in heaven
fly wit me; MJ 2K11
Look in the mirror and it's than it has been
I talk shit to the homie like he my glass
I say "don't let the get of me
They want them instead of me, but I'm so much
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 hotter than sweater be
And she talk like a thrown away berretta be

Now come and 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 give a damn
Shout out to the girls in the club asses
Shout out to the
And with the furniture with
Now we carry wads of the cash in the
I got this shit mastered

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