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 really tryna with Hollywood Co.?
I'm Marley G, bro
Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you should know
This that Slumdog Bollywood flow
And uh, my friends never hearin' from me
friends write the wrong 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 different
We walk the same path, but got on shoes
in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars I get to use
Don't like my women single, I my chicks in twos
And these all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them find a pole
Plus I been sippin', so this shit is movin' kinda
Just tell my girl to tell her that it's time to go

Now tell me how you it
You you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money,
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in this
And I got my B's with me like some honey in bitch, ya dig?
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 on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a fuck,
Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex
And I 'til I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess
I been fly so long I asleep on the fuckin' plane
Skinny pants and some
me Triple-A, get my advance in advance, amen
As the world and dance 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 never me
I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no where it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but push me

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

Uh, how do he say what's said?
Beautiful woman,
I bet bitch look better red
Limpin' off
'cause I made off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Birdman Junior, eleventh
Ball on automatic
I could hand it to or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, 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 fall under that
Damn, where you at?
From where they gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on this bitch and a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' short of
Carter, Young Money 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 wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some 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 don't bust back, because I first

(We on, young mula baby)