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 right above it, we on, we on

Who else tryna fuck with Hollywood Co.?
I'm with G, bro
Flying chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna you something that you prolly should know
This Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, my real never hearin' from me
Fake friends write the answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit
I got a small circle, I'm not with crews
We walk the same path, but got on different
Live in the building, but we got different views
I got a couple I never get to use
like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these all the girls is down 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 that it's to go

Now tell me how you it
You know you at the top when only 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 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 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 boys into pussies, sex
And I smoke 'til I got chest
And you niggas I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna Wayne
I been fly so long I 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
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 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 heaven's right above it
We on, it's Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in 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 back, because I shoot first

Uh, how do he say never said?
black woman,
I bet that bitch look red
off tour
'cause I made more off my leg
Ma'fuckin' Birdman Junior, grade
Ball on automatic
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 blood
Flo' so nice, you gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the fall under that
Damn, you stumbled at?
From where they make at
Kane got the fuckin' jumpin' 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, short of that
Carter, Young Money democrat

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