Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

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

Pledge Allegiance to the shit, where ya hearts are
Matter fact, salute the shit, hands where ya are
Still make a fuckin' movie, girls know what parts are
I get brain in the whip, who needs a car?
Call me when it's real beef, alla this tartar
Niggas don't key, 'cept for when they start cars
just talkin' out they ass, those are fart bars
I the toaster wherever you pop tarts are
Play funeral, getcha ass burried
You should shut you fruity ass up,
Just got that Rolls
So black man,
Got bitches chasin' a Ms. Pacman
I know listenin'
I trace all
I buyin' to match my baseball caps
White and joint
Let's watch the
I'm big deposits
You bank fees
You lil just remember that you ain't me
Write ya award speech and don't to thank me

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

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

Ain't nobody getting' married, but I am the man
I will be the
I can't except nuttin' than
I had of 'em
And that's in a section
They all swallow and call it digestion
Women dance on my sac; call it
The shit read lips it's hooked on phonic
brag at ya shawty; you know I probably had her
I'ma star
star; she's a ghetto gagger
Rockin' platinum, I got the plaque
Still I drop 30 up at Sacs
I it out, nigga
You how the hood be
I got the game sewed up some good weed
You got it all fucked up a lace front
I got the girls gettin' low like a bass
I got some rich
You on a trip
Grab ya purse,
Get ya
I'm suck a
call me arrogant
One question ... what the you starin' at?
I'm the shit, boy
You can ask ya girl
I'm hold yours ... 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' questions "Trigga one night, please"

I made 'em a believer, now my head Gina
Like 'em with they ass big;
Beat it up in private, and they it
So I'm Ikein', call 'em
Me, her and her
They have you seen 'em?
I swear I'm doper then mu'fuckas realize
Hit the club; all
seal eyes
I am on earth
I'm tryna live in
Come fly wit me; MJ
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 want them instead of me, but I'm so much
Aye, you how it better be
I'ma past niggas; cruise to a better sea
light, same night, but I'm in a better B
Plus my hoe hotter than sweater be
And she talk dirty a thrown away berretta 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 really give a damn
Shout out to the girls in the shakin' asses
Shout out to the
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 it don't matter whatchu 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
Ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't like me
Ain't nobody, nobody, ain't nobody like me
Ladies askin' questions "Trigga one night, please"