Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

And she keep tellin' me; you know you the
Ladies throw your hands up, that's if you the
Walk up in the club and they knew I was the
on everybody that's up in this bitch
You know you the
You know you the
You you the shit
You know you the
I I'm the shit

Allegiance to the shit, hands where ya hearts are
Matter fact, the shit, hands 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
just talkin' out they ass, those are fart bars
I bring the wherever you pop tarts are
Play with funeral, ass burried
You should you fruity ass up, raspberry
Just got that Rolls
So black man,
Got bitches a ghost; Ms. Pacman
I know listenin'
I trace all
I buyin' Audemars to match my caps
White and navy
watch the Yankees
I'm gettin' big
You gettin' bank
You lil nigga just remember you ain't me
Write ya award 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 know it don't matter whatchu think about,
'Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, nobody like me
Ladies askin' questions "Trigga one night, please"

Ain't getting' married, but I am the best man
I will be the
I can't 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 read lips until it's hooked on phonic
I'ma brag at ya shawty; you I probably had her
born star
Porn she's a ghetto gagger
Rockin' platinum, I got the plaque
Still I drop 30 grand up at
I made it out,
You how the hood be
I got the sewed up like some good weed
You got it all up like a lace front
I got the girls gettin' low like a bass
I got rich shit
You on a trip
Grab ya purse,
Get ya
I'm a dickhead
They me arrogant
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 it don't matter whatchu think about, bitch
'Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't like me
Ladies questions like; "Trigga one night, please"

I made 'em a believer, now my head big;
Like 'em with they ass big;
it up in private, and they like it
So I'm Ikein', 'em Tina
Me, her and her
dykin'; have you seen 'em?
I I'm doper then these mu'fuckas realize
Hit the all balck
Like seal
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 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 how it better be
I'ma sail niggas; cruise to a better sea
Same light, same night, but I'm in a B
Plus my hoe than Huxtable sweater be
And she talk dirty like a thrown away 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 ain't know, I don't really give a
Shout out to the girls in the shakin' asses
Shout out to the
And with the furniture with
Now we carry of the cash in the plastic
I got this whole shit

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