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

Who really tryna fuck with Hollywood Co.?
I'm with G, bro
Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I tell you something that you prolly should know
that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, my real friends never from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the for me
That's why I and choose, I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different
in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple I never 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 them bitches a pole
Plus I been sippin', so shit 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 Young Money,
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all
Now somebody some money in this bitch
And I got my B's me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't back, because I shoot first

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 give a fuck,
Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex
And I smoke I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang like 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 in advance, amen
As the world and dance in my hands
is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the
You can't see me, but never overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it no tellin' where it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but don't me

N, 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 runnin' wit' it, run it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in this
And I got my bees with me like some 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 better red
off tour
'cause I more off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Birdman Junior, eleventh
Ball on start
I hand 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 fall that
Damn, you stumbled at?
From where they gumbo at
got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping jack
But you me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the of that, nigga, nothin' short of that
President Carter, Young Money

Now tell me how you it
You know you at the top when 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 money in this bitch
And I got my B's me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig? (Soo woo!)
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, because I shoot

(We on, young young baby)