Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

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

Pledge Allegiance to the shit, hands ya hearts are
Matter fact, the shit, hands where ya parts are
Still make a fuckin' movie, girls know their parts are
I get brain in the whip, who needs a smart
Call me when it's real beef, fuck this tartar
don't touch key, 'cept for when they start cars
They just talkin' out they ass, those are bars
I the toaster wherever you pop tarts are
Play with funeral, ass burried
You should you fruity ass up, raspberry
Just got Rolls Royce
So black man,
Got chasin' a ghost; Ms. Pacman
I know y'all
I trace all
I Audemars to match my baseball caps
White and navy
Let's watch the
I'm gettin' big
You bank fees
You lil nigga just remember that you me
Write ya award speech and don't forget to 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 think about, bitch
'Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, nobody like me
askin' questions like; "Trigga one night, please"

Ain't nobody married, but I am the best man
I be the greatest
I can't except nuttin' less
I had of 'em
And that's in a section
They all swallow and call it digestion
dance on my sac; call it dickonics
The shit read until it's hooked on phonic
I'ma brag at ya you know I probably had her
I'ma born
Porn she's a ghetto gagger
Rockin' platinum, I 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 weed
You got it all fucked up like a front
I got the girls gettin' low like a drum
I got rich shit
You on a trip
Grab ya purse,
Get ya
I'm a dickhead
call me arrogant
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 matter think about, bitch
'Cause nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me
Ladies questions like; "Trigga one night, please"

I made 'em a believer, now my head Gina
Like 'em with ass big; Trina
Beat it up in private, and like it
So I'm Ikein', call 'em
Me, her and her
They dykin'; have you seen
I swear I'm doper these mu'fuckas realize
Hit the all balck
Like eyes
I am hell on
I'm live in heaven
Come fly wit me; MJ
Look in the mirror and it's clearer than it has
I talk to the homie like he my glass twin
I say "don't let the get of me
They want them of me, but I'm so much better
Aye, you how it better be
I'ma sail past niggas; cruise to a sea
Same light, same night, but I'm in a B
Plus my hoe hotter Huxtable sweater be
And she talk dirty a thrown away berretta be

Now come and wit 'im
And if you don't really, I give 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 of the cash in the plastic
I got whole shit mastered

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