Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

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

Pledge Allegiance to the shit, hands where ya are
Matter fact, salute the shit, hands ya parts are
Still make a fuckin' movie, girls know what parts are
I get brain in the whip, who needs a car?
Call me it's real beef, fuck alla this tartar
Niggas don't touch key, 'cept for they start cars
They just talkin' out they ass, are fart bars
I bring the wherever you pop tarts are
Play funeral, getcha ass burried
You should shut you ass up, raspberry
got that Rolls Royce
So black man,
Got bitches chasin' a Ms. Pacman
I y'all listenin'
I trace all
I buyin' Audemars to match my baseball
and navy joint
Let's the Yankees
I'm gettin' big
You gettin' fees
You lil nigga remember that 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 Madame Tussauds

And you know I'm the
And you know it don't matter whatchu think about,
ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me
Ladies 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' less
I had of 'em
And just in a section
They all swallow and gobble; call it
Women dance on my sac; call it
The shit lips until it's hooked on phonic
I'ma brag at ya shawty; you know I had her
born star
Porn she's a ghetto gagger
platinum, I never got the plaque
Still I drop 30 up at Sacs
I made it out,
You how the hood be
I got the game sewed up like some good
You got it all fucked up like a lace
I got the girls low like a bass drum
I got rich shit
You on a trip
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 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' 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 like it
So I'm Ikein', call 'em
Me, her and her
They dykin'; you seen 'em?
I swear I'm doper then these mu'fuckas
Hit the club; all
Like eyes
I am on earth
I'm tryna live in
Come fly wit me; MJ
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 much
Aye, you how it better be
I'ma sail past niggas; cruise to a sea
light, same night, but I'm in a better B
Plus my hoe hotter than Huxtable be
And she talk dirty like a thrown 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 know, I don't really give a damn
out to the girls in the club shakin' asses
Shout out to the
And with the furniture with
Now we carry of the cash in the plastic
I got this whole 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
Ladies questions like; "Trigga one night, please"
Ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody me
Ain't nobody, nobody, ain't nobody like me
Ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody me
Ladies askin' like; "Trigga one night, please"