Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

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

Pledge Allegiance to the shit, hands where ya are
Matter fact, the shit, hands where ya parts are
make a fuckin' movie, girls know what their parts are
I get in the whip, who needs a smart car?
Call me when it's real beef, fuck alla tartar
Niggas don't touch key, for when they start cars
They talkin' out they ass, those are fart bars
I bring the toaster wherever you pop are
Play with funeral, getcha ass
You should shut you fruity ass up,
Just got that Royce
So black man,
Got chasin' a ghost; Ms. Pacman
I know listenin'
I all taps
I buyin' Audemars to my baseball caps
and navy joint
Let's the Yankees
I'm big deposits
You gettin' bank
You lil nigga remember 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' Madame

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"

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 just in a section
They all and gobble; call it digestion
Women dance on my sac; it dickonics
The shit read lips until it's hooked on
brag at ya shawty; you know I probably had her
I'ma star
star; she's a ghetto gagger
Rockin' platinum, I got the plaque
Still I 30 grand up at Sacs
I it out, nigga
You how the hood be
I got the game sewed up like good weed
You got it all up like a lace front
I got the girls low like a bass drum
I got some shit
You on a bitch
ya purse, nigga
Get ya
I'm suck a
call me arrogant
One question ... the fuck you starin' at?
I'm the shit, boy
You can ask ya home
I'm hold yours ... that's until I get my own girl

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

I made 'em a believer, now my head big;
Like 'em with ass big; Trina
it up in private, and they like it
So I'm Ikein', 'em Tina
Me, her and her
They have you seen 'em?
I swear I'm doper then these realize
Hit the club; all
Like seal
I am hell on
I'm tryna in heaven
fly wit me; MJ 2K11
Look in the and it's clearer than it has been
I talk shit to the like he my glass twin
I say "don't let the get of me
want them instead of me, but I'm so much better
Aye, you know how it be
I'ma sail past niggas; cruise to a sea
Same light, same night, but I'm in a B
Plus my hoe hotter 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 ain't know, I don't give a damn
Shout out to the girls in the club shakin'
out to the hood
And with the furniture plastic
Now we carry wads of the in the plastic
I got this whole mastered

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