Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

And she keep tellin' me; you know you the
throw your 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 you the shit
You you the shit
You you the shit
I I'm the shit

Allegiance to the shit, hands where ya hearts are
Matter fact, salute the shit, hands where ya are
Still make a fuckin' movie, girls know what their are
I get brain in the whip, who needs a car?
Call me when it's beef, fuck alla this tartar
Niggas touch key, 'cept for when they start cars
They just talkin' out they ass, those are fart
I the toaster wherever you pop tarts are
Play with funeral, ass burried
You should shut you ass up, raspberry
Just got that Rolls
So black man,
Got bitches chasin' a Ms. Pacman
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 gettin' bank
You lil nigga just remember you ain't 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 know I'm the
And you it don't matter whatchu think about, bitch
'Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, nobody like me
Ladies questions like; "Trigga one night, please"

Ain't getting' married, but I am the best man
I be the greatest
I except nuttin' less than
I had of 'em
And that's just in a
They all and gobble; call it digestion
Women on my sac; call it dickonics
The shit lips until it's hooked on phonic
I'ma at ya shawty; you know I probably had her
I'ma star
Porn star; she's a ghetto
platinum, I never got the plaque
Still I drop 30 grand up at
I it out, nigga
You know how the be
I got the game sewed up like some good
You got it all fucked up like a front
I got the girls gettin' low like a bass
I got some shit
You on a trip
ya purse, nigga
Get ya
I'm suck a
call me arrogant
One question ... what the fuck you at?
I'm the shit, boy
You can ask ya girl
I'm gon' hold yours ... that's until I get my own

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
Ladies askin' questions "Trigga one night, please"

I made 'em a believer, now my head big;
Like 'em with ass big; Trina
Beat it up in private, and like it
So I'm Ikein', call 'em
Me, her and her
dykin'; have you seen 'em?
I I'm doper then these mu'fuckas realize
Hit the all balck
seal eyes
I am on earth
I'm tryna live in
fly wit me; MJ 2K11
Look in the mirror and 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 instead of me, but I'm so much
Aye, you know how it be
I'ma sail past niggas; to a better sea
Same light, night, but I'm in a better B
Plus my hoe hotter than Huxtable be
And she talk dirty like a thrown away 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 really give a damn
out to the girls in the club shakin' asses
Shout out to the
And the furniture with plastic
Now we wads of the cash in the plastic
I got this whole shit

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