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 club and they knew I was the
Shittin' on that's up in this bitch
You know you the
You you the shit
You know you the
You know you the
I know I'm the

Pledge Allegiance to the shit, hands ya hearts are
Matter fact, salute the shit, hands ya parts are
Still a fuckin' movie, girls know what their parts are
I get brain in the whip, who needs a smart
Call me when it's real beef, fuck alla tartar
Niggas don't touch key, for when they start cars
They just talkin' out they ass, are fart bars
I bring the wherever you pop tarts are
Play with funeral, ass burried
You should shut you fruity ass up,
Just got that Rolls
So this man,
Got bitches a ghost; Ms. Pacman
I know listenin'
I trace all
I buyin' Audemars to my baseball caps
White and navy
watch the Yankees
I'm big deposits
You gettin' bank
You lil nigga just that 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' Tussauds

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

nobody getting' married, but I am the best man
I be the greatest
I can't except nuttin' than
I had of 'em
And that's just in a
They all swallow and call it digestion
Women dance on my call it dickonics
The read lips until it's hooked on phonic
brag at ya shawty; you know I probably had her
I'ma born
Porn star; she's a ghetto
Rockin' platinum, I got the plaque
Still I drop 30 grand up at
I it out, nigga
You how the hood be
I got the game sewed up like some weed
You got it all fucked up like a front
I got the girls gettin' low like a drum
I got some rich
You on a bitch
Grab ya purse,
Get ya
I'm a dickhead
They me arrogant
One ... what the fuck you starin' at?
I'm the shit, boy
You can ask ya home
I'm gon' hold yours ... until I get my own girl

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;
'em with they ass big; Trina
Beat it up in private, and they it
So I'm Ikein', call 'em
Me, her and her
dykin'; have you seen 'em?
I swear I'm doper these mu'fuckas realize
Hit the all balck
Like eyes
I am on earth
I'm live 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 them 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
my hoe hotter than Huxtable sweater be
And she talk dirty like a thrown 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 know, I don't really give a damn
Shout out to the in the club shakin' asses
Shout out to the
And with the furniture plastic
Now we carry wads of the in the plastic
I got this shit mastered

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