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 club and knew I was the shit
Shittin' on everybody 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 where ya are
Matter fact, salute the shit, where ya parts are
Still make a fuckin' movie, girls know what parts are
I get in the whip, who needs a smart car?
Call me when real beef, fuck alla this tartar
Niggas don't touch key, 'cept for when start cars
They just out they ass, those are fart bars
I the toaster wherever you pop tarts are
Play with funeral, getcha ass
You shut you fruity ass up, raspberry
got that Rolls Royce
So this man,
Got bitches chasin' a ghost; Ms.
I y'all listenin'
I all taps
I Audemars to match my baseball caps
White and navy
Let's the Yankees
I'm big deposits
You bank fees
You lil nigga just remember that you me
Write ya award speech and don't 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 know it don't matter think about, bitch
'Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, nobody like me
Ladies questions like; "Trigga one night, please"

Ain't nobody married, but I am the best man
I will be the
I except 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 hooked on
I'ma brag at ya shawty; you I probably had her
I'ma star
Porn star; she's a gagger
platinum, I never got the plaque
Still I 30 grand 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 a lace front
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 question ... what the you starin' 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 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
'em with they ass big; Trina
Beat it up in private, and like it
So I'm Ikein', 'em Tina
Me, her and her
They dykin'; you seen 'em?
I swear I'm doper then these realize
Hit the club; all
Like eyes
I am on earth
I'm live in heaven
fly wit me; MJ 2K11
Look in the and it's clearer than it has been
I talk shit to the homie like he my twin
I say "don't let the get of me
They want instead of me, but I'm so much better
Aye, you how it better be
sail past niggas; cruise to a better sea
Same light, same night, but I'm in a B
Plus my hoe hotter Huxtable sweater be
And she dirty like a thrown 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 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 of the cash in the plastic
I got this shit mastered

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