Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

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

Who really tryna fuck with Hollywood Co.?
I'm Marley G, bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my shows
And I wanna tell you that you prolly should know
This Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, my real friends never hearin' me
Fake friends write the wrong 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 the same path, but got on different shoes
in the same building, but we got different views
I got a cars I never get to use
Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in
And days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the club and all them bitches find a pole
Plus I been sippin', so this shit is movin' 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 heaven's right above it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all
Now somebody show some in this bitch
And I got my B's with me some honey 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 on the list of guest names
And all of my do not give a fuck, X-Games
Guns turn you into pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got chest
And you niggas know I rep my gang Jesse James
are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so I fell asleep on the fuckin' plane
Skinny 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 niggas can't see me, but overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' 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 runnin' wit' it, run it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in this
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?
Beautiful woman,
I bet that look better red
Limpin' off
I made more off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Junior, eleventh grade
on automatic start
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 donor
so nice, you ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small fall under
Damn, where you at?
From where they gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jack
But you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart
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, Young Money, motherfucker
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 with me like some in this bitch, ya dig? (Soo woo!)
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, I shoot first

(We on, young mula baby)