Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

And she keep tellin' me; you know you the
Ladies throw your up, that's if you the shit
Walk up in the and they 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 know you the
I I'm the shit

Pledge Allegiance to the shit, where ya hearts are
fact, salute the shit, hands where ya parts are
Still make a fuckin' movie, girls what their parts are
I get brain in the whip, who a smart car?
Call me when it's real beef, alla this tartar
Niggas don't 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 you fruity ass up, raspberry
Just got that Royce
So black man,
Got chasin' a ghost; Ms. Pacman
I know listenin'
I all taps
I Audemars to match my baseball caps
White and joint
Let's the Yankees
I'm gettin' big
You gettin' fees
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 I'm the shit
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 nobody getting' married, but I am the man
I be the greatest
I can't except less than
I had of 'em
And that's just in a
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 brag at ya shawty; you I probably had her
born star
Porn star; she's a gagger
Rockin' platinum, I never got the
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 lace
I got the girls gettin' low a bass drum
I got rich shit
You on a trip
ya purse, nigga
Get ya
I'm a dickhead
They call me
One question ... what the you starin' 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 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"

I made 'em a believer, now my big; Gina
Like 'em with they ass Trina
Beat it up in private, and they it
So I'm Ikein', 'em Tina
Me, her and her
They dykin'; you seen 'em?
I swear I'm then these mu'fuckas realize
Hit the club; all
seal eyes
I am hell on
I'm tryna in heaven
Come fly wit me; MJ
Look in the mirror and 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 instead of me, but I'm so much better
Aye, you know how it be
I'ma past niggas; cruise to a better sea
Same light, same night, but I'm in a B
my hoe hotter than Huxtable sweater be
And she talk dirty like a away berretta be

Now and fuck wit 'im
And if you don't really, I don't give a fuck,
I'm on
So me if you can
And if you ain't know, I don't really a damn
Shout out to the girls in the shakin' asses
out to the hood
And with the furniture plastic
Now we carry wads of the cash in the
I got this shit mastered

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