Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

And she tellin' me; you know you the shit
Ladies throw your hands up, that's if you the
Walk up in the and they knew 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 Allegiance to the shit, where ya hearts are
Matter fact, the shit, hands where ya parts are
Still make a fuckin' movie, girls know what parts are
I get brain in the whip, who needs a car?
Call me when it's beef, fuck alla this tartar
Niggas don't touch key, 'cept for when they start
They just out they ass, those are fart bars
I the toaster 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 ghost; Ms.
I know y'all
I all taps
I buyin' Audemars to my baseball caps
and navy joint
Let's watch the
I'm big deposits
You bank fees
You lil nigga just remember you ain't me
Write ya award speech and 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 it don't 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 be the greatest
I can't nuttin' less than
I had of 'em
And just in a section
all swallow and gobble; call it digestion
Women on my sac; call it dickonics
The shit read lips until it's on phonic
I'ma at ya shawty; you know I probably had her
born star
Porn she's a ghetto gagger
platinum, I never got the plaque
Still I drop 30 up at Sacs
I made it out,
You know how the be
I got the game sewed up like good weed
You got it all fucked up like a lace
I got the girls gettin' low like a bass
I got rich shit
You on a bitch
ya purse, nigga
Get ya
I'm suck a
They call me
One ... what the fuck you starin' at?
I'm the shit, boy
You can ask ya girl
I'm gon' yours ... that's until I get my own girl

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

I 'em a believer, now my head big; Gina
Like 'em with they ass big;
it up in private, and they like it
So I'm Ikein', 'em Tina
Me, her and her
They dykin'; have you 'em?
I swear I'm doper these mu'fuckas realize
Hit the club; all
Like eyes
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 to the homie like he my glass twin
I say "don't let the get of me
They want them of me, but I'm so much better
Aye, you how it better be
sail 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 dirty like a thrown away berretta be

Now and fuck 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 asses
Shout out to the
And with the furniture with
Now we wads of the cash in the plastic
I got whole shit mastered

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