Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

Now me how you love it, you know you at the top
When heaven's right above it, we on, 'cause we on

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

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

Meet me on the fresh
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a fuck,
turn you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got pains
And you know I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess
I fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin' plane
Skinny pants and Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my advance in advance,
As the world spin and dance in my
Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the
Uh, up and smell the pussy
You can't see me, but never overlook me
I'm on the trail, it ain't no tellin' where it took me
Yeah, and I a killa, but don't push me

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

Uh, how do he say what's said?
Beautiful woman,
I bet that bitch look red
off tour
'cause I made off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Birdman Junior, grade
Ball on automatic
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback
Wildcat offense, check the paw
We in the building, you niggas in
No-now, c'mon, be my blood
so nice, you ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the fall under that
Damn, you stumbled at?
From they make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat like a jumping jack
But you me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' short of
President Carter, Young Money

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

(We on, young mula baby)