Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

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

Pledge to the shit, hands where ya hearts are
Matter fact, salute the shit, hands ya parts are
Still make a fuckin' movie, girls know 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 touch key, for when they 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
Just got Rolls Royce
So black man,
Got bitches chasin' a ghost; Ms.
I y'all listenin'
I trace all
I Audemars to match my baseball caps
and navy joint
Let's the Yankees
I'm big deposits
You gettin' bank
You lil nigga just that you ain't me
Write ya award speech and don't forget to me

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

And you I'm the shit
And you know it don't matter think about, bitch
ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't 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 can't except nuttin' less
I had of 'em
And that's 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 at ya shawty; you know I probably had her
I'ma born
Porn star; a ghetto gagger
Rockin' platinum, I never got the
Still I drop 30 up at Sacs
I made it out,
You how the hood be
I got the game sewed up some good weed
You got it all fucked up like a lace
I got the girls gettin' low like a bass
I got rich shit
You on a trip
ya purse, nigga
Get ya
I'm suck a
They call me
One question ... the fuck you starin' at?
I'm the shit, boy
You can ask ya home
I'm gon' hold ... that's until I get my own girl

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

I made 'em a believer, now my head big;
Like 'em with ass big; Trina
Beat it up in private, and they it
So I'm Ikein', call 'em
Me, her and her
They have you seen 'em?
I I'm doper then these mu'fuckas realize
Hit the all balck
Like seal
I am hell on
I'm tryna in heaven
fly wit me; MJ 2K11
Look in the mirror and it's clearer than it has
I talk shit to the homie he my glass twin
I say "don't let the get of me
They want them instead of me, but I'm so 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 than sweater be
And she talk dirty like a away berretta be

Now come and wit 'im
And if you don't really, I don't a fuck, nigga
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 the furniture with plastic
Now we carry wads of the in the plastic
I got this whole shit

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