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 knew I was the shit
on everybody that's up in this bitch
You know you the
You know you the
You know you the
You you the shit
I know I'm the

Allegiance to the shit, hands where ya hearts are
Matter fact, the shit, hands where 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 this
don't touch key, 'cept for when they start cars
They just talkin' out they ass, those are bars
I bring the toaster you pop tarts are
Play with funeral, getcha ass
You should you fruity ass up, raspberry
Just got Rolls Royce
So this man,
Got bitches chasin' a ghost; Ms.
I know listenin'
I all taps
I buyin' 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
ya award speech and don't forget to thank me

What an I to do
try to be me on wax
These Madame Tussauds

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

Ain't nobody married, but I am the best man
I be the greatest
I can't except less than
I had of 'em
And that's in a section
They all swallow and call it digestion
Women dance on my sac; call it
The shit read 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 up at Sacs
I made it out,
You know how the be
I got the game sewed up like some weed
You got it all fucked up a lace front
I got the gettin' low like a bass drum
I got some shit
You on a trip
Grab ya purse,
Get ya
I'm suck a
They call me
One question ... what the fuck you at?
I'm the shit, boy
You can ask ya girl
I'm gon' hold yours ... until I get my own girl

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

I 'em a believer, now my head big; Gina
Like 'em with they ass big;
Beat it up in private, and like it
So I'm Ikein', call 'em
Me, her and her
They dykin'; have you seen
I swear I'm doper these mu'fuckas realize
Hit the club; all
Like seal
I am on earth
I'm tryna in heaven
Come fly wit me; MJ
in the mirror and it's clearer than it has been
I talk shit to the homie 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 know how it be
I'ma sail past niggas; cruise to a sea
Same light, same night, but I'm in a B
Plus my hoe hotter Huxtable sweater be
And she talk 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 know, I don't really give a damn
Shout out to the girls in the club shakin'
out to the hood
And the furniture with plastic
Now we carry wads of the cash in the
I got whole shit mastered

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