Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

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

Pledge Allegiance to the shit, hands where ya are
fact, salute the shit, hands where ya parts are
Still make a movie, girls know what their parts are
I get brain in the whip, who a smart car?
me when it's real beef, fuck alla this tartar
Niggas don't touch key, 'cept for they start cars
They just talkin' out ass, those are fart bars
I bring the toaster wherever you pop are
Play with funeral, getcha ass
You shut you fruity ass up, raspberry
Just got Rolls Royce
So this man,
Got chasin' a ghost; Ms. Pacman
I know y'all
I all taps
I Audemars to match my baseball caps
White and joint
Let's the Yankees
I'm big deposits
You gettin' fees
You lil nigga just remember that you me
Write ya speech and don't 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 whatchu about, bitch
'Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't 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 nuttin' less
I had of 'em
And that's just in a
all swallow and gobble; call it digestion
Women dance on my sac; call it
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; she's a ghetto
Rockin' platinum, I got the plaque
Still I 30 grand up at Sacs
I made it out,
You know how the be
I got the game up like some good weed
You got it all fucked up a lace front
I got the girls gettin' low a bass drum
I got some rich
You on a bitch
ya purse, nigga
Get ya
I'm a dickhead
call me arrogant
One question ... the fuck you starin' at?
I'm the shit, boy
You can ask ya home
I'm gon' hold yours ... that's I get my own girl

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

I 'em a believer, now my head big; Gina
Like 'em with they ass Trina
Beat it up in private, and like it
So I'm Ikein', call 'em
Me, her and her
They have you seen 'em?
I swear I'm doper then these mu'fuckas
Hit the all balck
Like seal
I am on earth
I'm tryna in heaven
fly wit me; MJ 2K11
Look in the mirror and it's clearer than it has
I talk shit to the like he my glass twin
I say "don't let the get of me
They want instead of me, but I'm so much better
Aye, you know how it be
I'ma sail past cruise to a better sea
Same light, night, but I'm in a better B
Plus my hoe hotter Huxtable sweater be
And she talk dirty a thrown away berretta be

Now come and 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 shakin' asses
out to the hood
And with the with plastic
Now we carry wads of the cash in the
I got this shit mastered

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