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
Shittin' on everybody that's up in this
You know you the
You you the shit
You know you the
You know you the
I I'm the shit

Allegiance to the shit, hands where ya hearts are
Matter fact, salute the shit, where ya parts are
Still make a fuckin' movie, girls know what their are
I get in the whip, who needs a smart car?
Call me when it's real beef, fuck alla tartar
Niggas don't key, 'cept for when they start cars
They just talkin' out they ass, are fart bars
I bring the toaster you pop tarts are
Play with funeral, ass burried
You should you fruity ass up, raspberry
Just got that Rolls
So this man,
Got bitches chasin' a ghost; Ms.
I know listenin'
I trace all
I buyin' Audemars to match my caps
and navy joint
Let's the Yankees
I'm gettin' big
You gettin' bank
You lil just remember that you ain't me
Write ya award speech and forget to thank 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 matter whatchu think about, bitch
'Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't like me
Ladies questions like; "Trigga one night, please"

Ain't getting' married, but I am the best man
I be the greatest
I can't except nuttin' than
I had of 'em
And just in a section
They all swallow and call it digestion
Women dance on my sac; it dickonics
The shit read until it's hooked on phonic
I'ma brag at ya shawty; you know I had her
I'ma born
star; she's a ghetto gagger
Rockin' platinum, I never got the
I drop 30 grand up at Sacs
I it out, nigga
You how the hood be
I got the game up like some good weed
You got it all fucked up a lace front
I got the girls low like a bass drum
I got rich shit
You on a trip
Grab ya purse,
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 yours ... until I get my own girl

And you know I'm the
And you it don't matter 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 head Gina
'em with they ass big; Trina
Beat it up in private, and they it
So I'm Ikein', 'em Tina
Me, her and her
They dykin'; have you 'em?
I swear I'm doper then these mu'fuckas
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 shit to the homie 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 know how it be
sail past niggas; cruise to a better sea
Same light, night, but I'm in a better B
Plus my hoe hotter than sweater be
And she talk dirty like a thrown away be

Now and fuck 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 give a damn
out to the girls in the club shakin' asses
Shout out to the
And with the furniture plastic
Now we carry wads of the cash in the
I got this whole mastered

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 askin' questions "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
askin' questions like; "Trigga one night, please"