Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

Now tell me how you it, you know you at the top
When only right above it, we on, 'cause we on

Who else really tryna with Hollywood Co.?
I'm with G, bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my shows
And I wanna tell you something you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood
And uh, my real friends never from me
Fake friends the wrong answers on the mirror for me
why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not with crews
We walk the same path, but got on shoes
in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars I get to use
like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them find a pole
Plus I sippin', so this shit is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's to go

Now me how you love it
You know you at the top when only right above it
We on, it's Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody some money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, I shoot first

Meet me on the train
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the of guest names
And all of my do not give a fuck, X-Games
Guns turn you into pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got chest
And you niggas know I rep my gang like James
Women are possessive, and wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell on the fuckin' plane
Skinny pants and some
me Triple-A, get my advance in advance, amen
As the world spin and in my hands
is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand
Uh, wake up and the pussy
You niggas can't see me, but never me
I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but push me

N, now me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show money in this bitch
And I got my with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, because I first

Uh, how do he say never said?
Beautiful woman,
I bet bitch look better red
Limpin' off
'cause I more off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Birdman Junior, eleventh
on automatic start
I could it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, the paw prints
We in the building, you niggas in
No-now, c'mon, be my donor
so nice, you ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small under that
Damn, you stumbled at?
From where make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping
But you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' of that
President Carter, Young Money

Now me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some honey in bitch, ya dig? (Soo woo!)
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, because I shoot

(We on, young mula baby)