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

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

Now me how you love it
You know you at the top when only right above it
We on, Young 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 me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I bust back, because I shoot first

Meet me on the fresh
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 you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoke I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin'
Skinny pants and some
me Triple-A, get my advance in advance, amen
As the world and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm just in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the
You niggas can't see me, but never 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 when only heaven's right it
We on, it's Money, motherfucker
If you ain't wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some in this bitch
And I got my bees with me 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 better red
off tour
'cause I more off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Birdman Junior, eleventh
Ball on automatic
I could it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, you niggas in
No-now, c'mon, be my blood
Flo' so nice, you ain't put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small fall under
Damn, where you at?
From where make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat like a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, short of that
President Carter, Young democrat

Now tell me how you it
You know you at the top when only right above it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all
Now somebody show money in this bitch
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 bust back, because I shoot first

(We on, young mula baby)