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 only heaven's above it, we on, 'cause we on

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

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

Meet me on the train
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest
And all of my riders do not a fuck, X-Games
Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex
And I smoke 'til I got pains
And you niggas know I rep my like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess
I fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin' plane
pants and some Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my advance in advance,
As the world spin and in my hands
is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand
Uh, up and smell the pussy
You niggas can't see me, but overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it me
Yeah, and I a killa, but don't push me

N, now me how you love it
You you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money,
If you ain't wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in this
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 never said?
Beautiful woman,
I bet that bitch look red
Limpin' off
'cause I more off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Birdman Junior, eleventh
on automatic start
I hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, you in apartments
No-now, c'mon, be my donor
Flo' so nice, you gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small under that
Damn, you stumbled at?
From they make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping
But you know me, I get on this and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the of that, nigga, nothin' short of that
President Carter, Money democrat

Now tell me how you it
You know you at the top when heaven's right above it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now show some 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)