Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

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

Pledge to the shit, hands where ya hearts are
Matter fact, salute the shit, hands where ya are
Still make a fuckin' movie, know what their parts are
I get in the whip, who needs a smart car?
Call me when it's real beef, fuck this tartar
don't touch key, 'cept for when they start cars
They just talkin' out they ass, those are bars
I bring the wherever you pop tarts are
with funeral, getcha ass burried
You should you fruity ass up, raspberry
got that Rolls Royce
So black man,
Got bitches chasin' a Ms. Pacman
I know y'all
I all taps
I Audemars to match my baseball caps
and navy joint
Let's watch the
I'm big deposits
You gettin' fees
You lil nigga just remember that you 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 ain't nobody, nobody, ain't nobody like me
askin' questions like; "Trigga one night, please"

Ain't getting' married, but I am the best man
I will be the
I can't except nuttin' less
I had of 'em
And that's just in a
They all and gobble; call it digestion
Women dance on my sac; call it
The shit read lips until hooked on phonic
I'ma brag at ya shawty; you know I had her
born star
Porn she's a ghetto gagger
Rockin' platinum, I got the plaque
Still I drop 30 up at Sacs
I it out, nigga
You how the hood be
I got the game sewed up like some good
You got it all up like a lace front
I got the girls low like a bass drum
I got rich shit
You on a trip
ya purse, nigga
Get ya
I'm suck a
call me arrogant
One ... what 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 know I'm the
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 big;
Like 'em with they ass big;
it up in private, and they like it
So I'm Ikein', call 'em
Me, her and her
They dykin'; you seen 'em?
I swear I'm doper then these mu'fuckas
Hit the club; all
seal eyes
I am on earth
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 like he my glass
I say "don't let the get of me
They want them instead of me, but I'm so better
Aye, you how it better be
I'ma sail past cruise to a better sea
Same light, night, but I'm in a better B
my hoe hotter than Huxtable sweater be
And she talk dirty like a thrown away 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 really give a damn
Shout out to the in the club shakin' asses
Shout out to the
And with the with plastic
Now we carry of the cash in the plastic
I got this whole shit

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